Y’all are gonna be pretty much on your own this weekend, as it is alumni weekend and a bunch of my Alpha Sig brothers are in town raising hell. My house is going to look like a MASH unit in the morning, but instead of head and chest wounds, it’ll be liver damage. Big bbq tomorrow for about 30 people, and I got a pork shoulder the size of Rush Limbaugh’s thigh rubbed down and ready to smoke, some Piedmont sauce waiting in the fridge, as well as 10 lbs of ground beef, 48 hot dogs, and 30 chicken legs. It’s gonna be a good one.
Watch it rain.
Made some ceviche, orzo salad with artichoke and black olives and oil and vinegar, a corn/jalapeno salad, and crabcakes for the early folks, and they are all swilling old Granddad like they are 20. I’m sticking to wine.
At one point, we had a very depressing moment, as my one of my brothers was talking about his new transition trifocals. Two decades ago it would be all about beer bongs, now it is discussions about knee and shoulder surgery, trifocals, and where the kids are going to college. We all are uniformly distraught about the death of MCA.