Jingle Bell Pork

I swear if you want a great party planned, call a geologist. Not sure what they actually learn about rocks in college ( pop rock? acid rock? hard rock? ) but they are fab at finding the oddest nooks / crannies and they can sure make the earth move.

Or at least to get a dozen gay men to arrive punctually at a party.

Now that's a miracle in itself if you ask me. Lately I've come to realize that the gay men?

Really not so good with the time.

Still Jaunty Jared managed to coerce at least this tardy lot to come on time. Or at least close enough to have a reasonable number around to greet Lanky Lex's birthday! So there we were, the same group we had last year with a surprising handful of new admissions to the list from hunky architects to twinkie surprises.


Time to get this party started!
Have a suspicion that this year's bonus must have been sinfully substantial - since it was certainly a shockingly lavish banquet of pork, pork and more pork at Neroteca.

Seriously.

Kosher-eating folk in the five-mile radius must have squealed in horror from the sweet scent of roasted suckling pig that must have carried for miles around. We had a few shocked screams from the table as well.

Fortunately Zany Zinedine came equipped with a plastic breastplate to protect him from the terrifying porcine invasion.

With a thick cholesterol-laden river of pork lard in my bloodstream bolstering my alcohol intake ( courtesy of the birthday boy! ), I stayed sober enough this time around although we still managed to get Lex appropriately tipsy enough. As we all know by now, a tipsy Lex is always so much more fun.

He even did a Katy Perry.


Or was that the other way around?

Not sure Lex liked the taste of cherry chapstick though. But it's his birthday and he can kiss a girl if he wants to. Now that would certainly make jingle bell rock for his hopeful momma. :)