Posted on Jan 04, 2009
Posted in Personal

New years day we were invited to a swineriffic party at my sister and brother-in-law’s house which included a good old fashioned deep pit pig BBQ.

WARNING!!! Vegetarians and members of PETA please skip to the next blog post.

Chris (brother in law) was really excited about this event… REALLY excited. He and my brother spent the better part of a week digging the pit and preparing for this. I called him New Years eve to see how things were going and the conversation went something like this.

“Hey Chris, how’s things going?”

“GREAT, what are you guys doing tonight?”

“Oh you know, dinner in La Jolla and maybe a club.”

“Well, what are you guys doing after? You should totally come over! We’re going to sit up all night and watch the pig roast. I’ts going to be awesome!!!”

Now, I just love Chris. But I didn’t have the heart to tell him watching a dead animal smolder on a hot bed of coal wasn’t exactly what I imagined Stef and I would be doing to reign in the new year.

So I gave the old college response…”maybe we’ll stop by…”

Well, we didn’t make it by that night, but we did show up the next day and what a great party it was. Wilbur came off the coals about 2pm and the feast was on. I think Reilly ate more than any of us!

Thanks to all who put that together, we had a wonderful time.

Uncle Mike chasing Reilly with the snout.

I don’t know what this meant but every time I lifted the camera, Mike and Chris did this.