The Greased Pig Gala 2003

Chris has evolved from the common Taco Bell employee to one of my good friends at work. Whether it's chatting about Fantasy Football (Imps of a Toxic Suck) or counting the amount of flair that he wears on his uniform (the standard 'Office Space' 15 pieces!), we pass the time in a jolly fashion. He brought his girlfriend Angela along, and the two enjoyed being in the company of the likes of us.

There are a few things that you just can't let go of, like luggage, hand me down clothes, your childhood blanket or stuffed animal, and former employees who you befriended while you worked side by side. Justin no longer works at Taco Bell (others are trying to learn his get-away technique), but he still made time to come and hang with us. What a guy.

There was nothing that I could do to stop him, Aaron was a maniac. He did goofy things just so I would take pictures of him. Congratulations, Aaron, you did it.

Brodey disrobes for an encore performance of his textbook line dancing. It was first seen during Lee's wedding reception, and he offered to show us all how it is done.

Russ enjoyed hanging out with his pal alcohol, and his pal alcohol likewise enjoyed his company. I hate to pass judgment or make accusations, but anyone at that party could tell that Russ wasn't totally in control of his actions. So when I snuck up on him for a picture, he couldn't tell which way to look. That's alright, though, because he found his groove on the dance floor with a very special lady. Well, they happened to be the only ones dancing, so Pat decided to get in on the action as he shook his booty and grinded on down. At least Pat wasn't the only one embarrassed by his actions.

TJ took a couple of moments off from guarding the door to shut his eyes and "not sleep" as he put it. I supposed that he was just resting his eyes, like he was some kind of Air Traffic controller.

This event carried a strict dress code, so Pat was forced to tie his tie. It's too bad that he didn't really know how.

But he does know how to have a good time. Russ and Christine sat down for a minute, and Pat thought that they looked lonely, so he brought his friend and sat down on the couch to rest as well. Only his friend was the severed head of a roasted pig. Sure, he was tasty, but could he carry on a conversation? No he could not. But I l love the way that other people were repelled by the simple sit of him. The pig, not Pat. C'mon, give the guy some credit.