The Greased Pig Gala 2003 (page 4)
If you looked in the Pig Gala dictionary, the definition of professional would have a picture of TJ next to it. He's properly dressed, has a radio (with earpiece), a clipboard with names, and stands behind the rope, letting only people on the list in the house. What a guy! (Check out Aaron in the background. He's goofing around with the food and being silly.
Davis lets out a silent yawn, which then passes around the room like the Wave at County Stadium. (I say County, because every time they do it at Miller Park, it ends up being half-assed. Nothing at Miller Park will ever compare to County Stadium. Boo.) Looks like someone came and stole Davis' excitement, like the Grinch that stole Christmas. Yeah.
So we sat around and laughed, and spoke of memories past. By this point, the party was starting to wind down, and only the steadfast ones (also the organizers of the event) were around to witness the silence creep into Jeff's house. In the picture at right, the organizers of this event (top) Jen, Jeff, Davis, Meaghan, (bottom) Brodey, the severed pig head, and Pat gather for one last moment of happiness.
I figured that I needed a picture with Jeff, because after all, it was his house that we borrowed for this event. What a kind thing to do. I know that I wouldn't let rambunctious college students run around in my house unsupervised. Do you know how you can tell that Jeff is a college graduate? Look at his eyes - he's thinking really hard. Always racking his brain, that Jeff is.
I drove the guys back home because I didn't drink at all during the course of the night. Aaron, rather inebriated, decided to serenade us with a couple of songs. But his idea was to do it in his pajamas with the Batman mask and the oversized cowboy hat. He sang songs about TJ, which made us all laugh. And now you get to laugh too because Aaron looks funny.