Black Barbeque X

Saturday was the Tenth Annual Black Barbeque, a yearly opportunity to drink and eat to excess and demonstrate to a large group of my friends what bad taste I have in men. One year, for example, I managed to bring Chris The Douche F, whom everyone at the party already knew. And hated. And then he was incredibly rude to my friend Katy, and then repeated all of his insults on his lame podcast show because, again, douche. Their behavior patterns are nothing if not predictable. And then he told me he was married. Did I mention we were there on a date? And then he spent the rest of the night hitting on Bonnie. This year, I brought a squirrely little douche who spent the day mocking me in front of my friends, and the only reason I didn’t break up with him on the spot was because I needed a ride home. It’s becoming a pattern. 3835357194_101b833bd2 Unfortunately, I couldn’t go all-out food-wise this year, but I was more than happy to take part in others’ excesses. The illustrious founder brought not one, but two Bacon Fatties. A Bacon Fatty, if you are not familiar with the term, is bacon wrapped in chorizo which is wrapped in latticed bacon and then is smoked for several hours. This dish is also known as A Heart Attack On A Plate and three bites are truly more than enough for all but men of the stoutest hearts and best insurance plans. Richard brought a giant freaking geoduck much like this except I failed to capture the inevitable similar pose moment on my phone because I live a life of failure. There was a geoduck bris, and we were left with a rather unfortunate length of neck-skin. 3835300574_d4b9300808 Before I get to this next bit, I should clarify: The Black Barbeque is named thus because all attendees are required to wear black. If an attendee neglects to wear black clothing, this attendee will be punished. If this attendee is there as someone’s +1, they are both punished. God help them if they wear white. This year’s punishment was to drink a skunky sun-warmed O’Doul’s, with nought to chase it. Cutback to the bris–at one point or another, this long, repellent bit of skin was flung at me, and I, like any good accelerator, found a way to make things worse. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls, I give you the world’s very first Geoduck Beer Cozy. 3834505137_61ed352aca Eventually the punishment evolved to having to remove the geoduck skin with one’s teeth before drinking the near-beer. Time passed, and the skin became more and more leathery. If Ed Gein had designed a beer bottle, it would look much like this. It loomed large in my mind, especially as no one had yet arrived who deserved a punishing. I feel strongly about these sorts of things–if, at the beginning of a movie, they show us a bomb, I have an expectation that bomb will go off at some point during the film. If it does not, it’s a disappointment and a waste. This is the sort of thought process that eventually caused me to inform the host that if no one shows up who deserves to be punished, *I* will take this punishment myself. For the good of…well…something. 3835289694_58f0a0285f When the time came, sadly, I didn’t take it like a man. Oh, I eventually got it all down, yes. And felt sick for some time afterward, yes. But I didn’t earn any style points in the process. Protip: Geoduck skin, once leathery, will stick to your teeth, much in the manner of a fruit roll-up when bitten into. 3838450484_4cdc09a27d Bonnie approves of this message.

20 Comments Black Barbeque X

  1. madamecacoon August 20, 2009 at 1:02 am

    That is one of the most horrible things I’ve ever seen

    1. admin August 20, 2009 at 4:28 pm

      If you think it LOOKS horrible, you should’ve smelled it. WOW.

      1. madamecacoon August 20, 2009 at 9:14 pm

        Or… maybe I shouldn’t have?

  2. shadowstitch August 20, 2009 at 1:37 am

    Every day is Black BBQ day for me.
    Well, every day I BBQ that is.
    And wear clothing.

    1. stationary_jew August 20, 2009 at 3:41 pm

      So hardly any days at all, then?

      1. admin August 20, 2009 at 4:34 pm

        I would imagine that one could barbeque pantsless in a black t-shirt.

        1. stationary_jew August 20, 2009 at 6:36 pm

          IF a man were to wear any clothing at all while engaged in the art of the ‘cue (and I’m telling you, as someone who used to spend time at his apartment, that Shadowstitch isn’t known for combining these two things), that man is going to start with pants, as otherwise one has sensitive parts dangling over hot metal.

          1. admin August 20, 2009 at 6:40 pm

            That depends entirely on the height of the hypothetical man and the height of the hypothetical grill.

            …you used to have naked bbq parties?

          2. stationary_jew August 20, 2009 at 6:47 pm

            I’ve never seen a grill that didn’t have some of its hull in the 3-to-4-foot height range. If it’s a proper barbecue arrangement, the problem’s much worse (the real deals are much bigger than those backyard tripod things).

            … you ask this question like a person who has never partied with Benma and Laura.

          3. admin August 20, 2009 at 6:57 pm

            I would be happy to attend a naked REAL southern-style bbq party to know how the experts do it, if only I were invited.

  3. cunninggod August 20, 2009 at 1:54 am

    Yup…you go to great parties 🙂

    1. admin August 20, 2009 at 4:36 pm

      D:

      Is your icon real? I would hate to think that all of the uncomfortable writhing I’m doing over here is over a photoshopped pic.

      1. cunninggod August 20, 2009 at 5:14 pm

        LOL – no, it is a creation. I think I grabbed it from worth1000.com. I thought it fitting to go with your pic of the geoduck ‘foreskin’ on the beer bottle

  4. cuntress August 20, 2009 at 4:17 am

    That is the grossest most awesome thing ever!!

    1. admin August 20, 2009 at 4:37 pm

      When Martha Stewart is making leathery geoduck beer cozies, just remember you saw it here first! 😀

  5. inner_kitsune August 20, 2009 at 6:42 am

    wow, best expression ever on my face. you can tell that I totally hate fun.

    1. admin August 20, 2009 at 4:17 pm

      SCREW YOU, FUN.

      1. poetrix618 August 21, 2009 at 7:09 pm

        Well, at least you’re not allergic to it.

  6. poetrix618 August 21, 2009 at 7:13 pm

    Ed Gein beer cozy! I almost peed.

    Maybe you were punishing yourself for your choice of dates. Maybe next year you can take me, and I won’t be an asshole. Of course, I’m not a guy, and it’s not a “date,” but I (probably) won’t be an asshole.

    :sweet smile, batts eyelashes:

    1. admin August 21, 2009 at 7:31 pm

      We shall see if I myself am invited next year. 🙂

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