Headline of the local newspaper reads: Offices closed today for holiday; trash to be picked up as usual. Funny...we here at The Office don't like being referred to as trash.
In other news. Joey Chestnut won the Nathan's July Fourth Hot Dog Eating Contest (really, it was no contest) - ex champ Kobiashi got arrested for rushing the stage. Watching those contestants shovel raw dog pig links down their throats was horrific. Almost enough to make me want to miss the Fourth's cook outs...almost.
Fortunately for us sophisticated cube dwellers, my executive WC hosted a pig roast. Tres classy. My high school friend had a lamb roast for his grad party back in the day. He's Bosnian. At any rate, that was terrifying. The dead, skinned lamb was fully on a spit,
rotating in the middle of our celebrating. Pretty distracting. So this weekend's pig roast was a fun time and a lot less scary, where we were able to go out socially and 'kick it'. In fact it's where I met my new boyfriend. He's kind of a pig...[STICKY NOTE: name this movie - "How was your lamb?" ..."Skewered. One sympathizes."]
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