…we ate lots of ribs.
The weekend was a debauched spectacle involving entirely way too much scrumptious meat (of the barbequed kind, you pervert, you!). But it was definitely fun comparing various sauces and the quality of the pork itself.
This “Ribfest” — or charity rib grill-off — was a sight to behold. And not only did we indulge in multiple full racks of ribs (yes, you read that correctly), there were also several pulled-pork sandwiches consumed. Not to mention the Kettle Corn and mini-doughnuts. The company was also pretty damned awesome.
Now, I don’t want to step on the scale.
However, on the other plus side of things, I peeked my head out from the Pop-Culture Rock whereunder I usually reside. Have any of you heard about the HBO series, Flight of the Conchords?
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
If you haven’t, look it up now. It’s hysterical. It’s a half-hour comedy show that has the same kind of dry wit and snappy humour as Britcoms, and not only that — the two leads (who have their own band in the show) randomly burst into song.
Yes. I know it sounds ridiculous, but frankly, it’s TEH HAWESOME. Srsly.
And better yet — one of the two leads is Bret McKenzie, better known in some circles as Figwit. Anybody familiar with that little amusing bit of Lord of the Rings trivia?? (Except I think he’s even cuter in this — with the shaggy mop of hair and the facial fur…)
So my horizons were expanded this weekend (along with my waistline, I’m a-feared…), and now it’s down to w-o-r-k! Catch you on the flip side!