Hickory Smoke Flavor

These days I suck at consistency. It's hard to make it to the grocery store every week (except to buy alcohol), really tough to make it to the SRC every day, kinda hard for me to get up for work on time, and damn sure impossible for me to ever do any assignment more than a Day in advance. Into this mix comes an old friend in new clothes; since the summertime, it has been a dream to partake of the barbecue from Allen & Sons. I heard lots of good things, I saw some nice reviews, but try as I might, it was an impossible task to make it the few miles down 86 that seperated me from the pulled pork palace. In perhaps the most odd turn of events ever to occur in my working-at-the-union life, a visit to my superbitch managing directors house brought me to the impossible dream. Yes, Mrs. Watkins decided that our christmas celebration must occur at her newly completed, no way she payed for that with State Money mansion. Obviously all of Ops was appalled at the prospect of being required to celebrate the end of the semester at the house of a women so universially disliked. But then, the word came down: Catering by Allen & Sons. Boom, we rolled. And quite an impression im sure we made, with Jason Strange still grappling with the effects of the force (6 cans lemonade concentrate, 6 red bulls, 12 beers, 1 handle vodka, ice) and myself transporting 2 empty kegs from friday in the back. The rest of the crew was forced to ride with manager ashley, listening to gospel and christian alternative the entire 20 min drive. But boy, wasn't that rich smoked taste and moist flavorful pork worth it? oh yes, I think it was . And just so you know, we were also the first department to leave in masse. We don't fuck around.