Last night was another edition of the famous Pig Roast, where a small jazz combo from the college played and, in the process, got to chow down on some delectable pig. In case you missed this story last year, the format was the same as always: the roast is purchased at an auction, with the proceeds going to a worthy cause; the Pig Team comes to the winner's house with their portable roaster, starting the pig sometimes as much as a day in advance; the team prepares all the rest of the food (including the amazing 27-bean casserole and the righteous cobbler topped with cinnamon ice cream from a local place called Henry's), and all the auction-winners have to do is invite their friends over for an awesome party. I don't know how much the winning bid usually goes for, but the house is always huge and usually surrounded by more just like it. The jazz combo serves as the musical entertainment for the party, and the Pig Team kicks in some scholarship/travel money to the college for doing so.
After a few issues with the driving directions, which Jazzy G expounds upon in her recent post, we arrived and started to set up. It was a bit on the sunny side (of the street?) when we got there, so most of the guests were sitting around on the other side of the pool for our first set. If nothing else, the Pig Team enjoyed what we did at that point. It's always interesting having Kris on piano; it's not his primary axe, of course, and my hat's off to him for that alone, but he did a great job of playing off the soloists, throwing in creative substitutions, etc. Between sets, we munched on the traditional spicy pretzels (gotta get that recipe...and yes, it's rare when I say that) and some Fritos that a guy (yes, that was his name, Guy) brought us. The Fritos ended up having a slug in them, which G picked out herself, but I'm sure it got in there from the vines along the fence and was not part of the original presentation.
Once the pig was served, we played some more, then we got our own turn at the table (trough?) while they made some announcements and told at least one really bad joke. We did the shortest of all closing sets (two tunes) until it got too dark to read our music anymore.
The pig roast is always a great gig. It's not a strenuous night of playing, the food is amazing, and we always get showered with compliments from nearly everyone. They've had six of them, all told; this is the fifth one I've been involved with, and I'm really looking forward to the next one.
The Asians still have it right: The only thing close to a downside about tonight was that I had to wear shoes for five solid hours, the longest time since graduation day two weeks ago. In the time since then, I've usually been either in my house, where I'm always unshod, or wearing my new Old Navy Leather Flip-Flops almost everywhere else. My feet were killing me by the end of the gig; I was happy to have brought said flip-flops in the car with me for the ride home. Gotta love summer...
And I couldn't let this go unsaid: Welcome back Halfling!