Holiday lunch

We're having a holiday lunch today at the radio station and I'm messing around blogging instead of bellying up to the barbecue trough. I'll eat after awhile, but right now there are oodles of peeps standing in line and rather than stand there and talk pleasantries I figured I would blog because I won't have time to do it later this afternoon. That's anti-social of me. Or incredibly productive depending on how you look at it. I've chosen to write over have idle line time. I'm going to spin it and say it's productive.

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Okay, it's an hour later and lunch is over. I bellied up to the trough as the line was winding down and ended up getting there at the same time as Michael Blake, JJ Kincaid, and Big Al. They're three cool peeps and I never have small talk issues with them. While we were shoveling in the barbecue a guy at the table next to us mentioned that he had some form of lockjaw and it hurt to eat barbecue, so the rest of the time we all talked mostly about Vicodin and how terribly constipated a person can get while taking it. Good times. Then Al got a text message from some bar advertising drink specials and that was enough to move the conversation from pain killers to happy hour. Fascinating lunch talk.

Big Al is hot. Let me just say that for the record. He has pretty eyes, his skin is silky smooth, and he wears cool shirts. I like him lots.

Time to go home, get on the treadmill, and sweat barbecue.