September 2003

Porktastic!

Man that party just gets better and better. Timmay out-did hisself this time - no pig, but pulled pork sammies, and choporloinorpigonastick and sausage, delicious sausage from Garafalo. For serious. And I got to bang on a drum backing up the melodic stylings of Grandpa. That man is some kind of crooner, I tell ya.

Oh, and we drank a lot of beer. Especially Godzilla, whose tale, no doubt by now, you have heard. I would add my little addendum:

As I stumbled to the porta-loo from my tent, I encountered a staggeringly drunk Godzilla menacing the pool. And I mean he was givin' that pool the biznass.

"[Godzilla]" I asked, "what's going on?"
"Fuckin' honkies…"
"Huh?"
"Fuckin' honkies, they're all fuckin' honkies. Stupid fuckin' honkies."
"Yep"
"Fuckin' honkies."
"Right then. I gotta piss."

And with that, Godzilla stomped off to menace someone else, or get caught in his tent flap, or just simply pass out. And I peed. In the bushes - and quite nearly on some people. Man, that would have ruled.