Let's Party Like It's 1999.

1. Bring a few games and see if I can get some people interested in playing. Check.

2. Bring my own distinctive beer mug so it is recognizable as mine. Check.

3. Drop by the parents to have dinner with them before the party and play with Doghound. Check.

4. Remind Fabulously Game Roommate the party hosts told him to come along too. Check, but I don't think he heard me yell at him over the Wii.

Have fun tonight folks and hope you all get home safely.

The Big Pig In The Big Green Egg.

*Sunday afternoon, approximately 5:00 p.m.*

Me: Whoa! That's a lot of pork loin.

Cook: It's 9.4 lbs according to the label. I'm putting some hot peppers in the middle, some mustard, and wrapping some bacon around the whole thing.

Me: So really this is a pepper sandwich wrapped in pork. Is this even going to fit on the grill?

Cook: I have the large size of the Big Green Egg. Wrap the loin around itself and put it in the rack and it'll fit fine!

Me: That is a pretty large Green Egg.

Cook: Oh they have an extra-large one you can get.

Me: An extra large egg?!?!?! That must weight 100 lbs. You could probably fit the whole pig one of those monsters.

Cook: I'm willing to give it a shot.

Happy Multinational Irish Day?

The best St. Patrick's Day celebration was in a German bar. Go figure. Irish beer combined with German bratwurst. Ummmm!!! The only problem was the faux-Mexican afterwards. Taco Hell sounded like a good idea at the time. It was a great killer of hunger. It also felt like death on the ride back home! Booze and Taco Hell just don't mix together like they used to. For fifteen minutes I felt as if a lead balloon was implanted in my stomach.

I'm getting too old for this. Rather, I'm out of practice. I need to drink more often to get my conditioning back.