Pig Roast stories?
So I was in Toronto the other week to visit a friend who moved there. Him and girlfriend were going to bed fairly early, so I thought I would explore the city as I have never been. Fucking awesome people. Met a crowd at the bar by his house, had a few laughs and exchanged numbers. He said to come by for a pig roast at his house just outside of the downtown area. So he actually texts me, and insists I come, as it will be quite a party. And fuck it was. Those Canadians held it the fuck down. Anyways, got there around noon and they had started the roast. They got me black out drunk almost, I think the weed they kept passing me contributed. But holy shit, such fun. I never knew how much you could get of a pig. I woke up the next morning on a couch, and smelled all the meat they had been smoking/curing. Best. Breakfast. Ever. Some country boy brought a fuck load of eggs, and a dude was outside making giant pancakes in a cast iron pan over the still going fire. Don't think he slept all night.
Tldr; went to a pig roast in Canada and had a load of fun. Look forward to going next year as they invited me back.
