that'll do, PIG!!!

I'm not going.

I so want to.

But I just got back from one vacation and already have too much on my plate for work and for this weekend to take off on another.

James left today.

He's headed to Connecticut. He'll see his family, go to Will's, see Radio Head, and then jet back for another Radio Head show in Golden Gate Park, a wedding in Sonoma, and then directly to Burning Man.

What will the Jamez be doing at The Will Compound?

Pig III!

PIG III!!!

They are all over this. A huge pig roast. Actual large pig. Big pit. Roasting. And a crazy insane amount of Cross Fit competitions.

And the beer mile. A competition wherein contestants sprint a mile as fast as they can, stopping every quarter mile to chug a beer. I am not sure how they determine who "wins" this competition.

James, Will, and Will's rockin wife had a practice beer run (while they were already half in the bag) last June. They called me hammered while I was working the boot check at Pride.

Other Pig III notes:

• Will has designed/ordered t-shirts for the contestants. And one for the Pig III Champion.

I ordered one of both. Will is a bit perturbed that I ordered the latter one as I am not the Pig II Champion. I am expected to attone for this is some fashion. Considering Will wants me to dirnk the Cross Fit KoolAid, and that he himself can hurl a small Volkswagon, this worries me.

Although I think wearing a Pig Champion shirt South of Market may be its own reward.

• The Pig weekend party events and roasts are an annual tradition. The roman numerals following PIG are assigned arbitrarily.

Pig III is not the third year. And next year's event is Pig XXI. I believe this year was chosen to be Pig III because Will wanted to design this invitation:


This was promptly vetoed by Mrs. Will, who hurls Chevys.