hot meat and cold feet

well it's freakin' cold outside. the weird part about it is that's actually sunny and clear and a beautiful day. but its freakin' cold. really freakin' cold. my hands and feet were numb, and my even my jeans were frozen. i love it. well sort of. i went outside on my break because today we are bar b queing. since our days are numbered here, we decided to throw a bar b que lunch. we parked a bar b que pit on top of the parking garage and everyone chipped in for ribs and brisket and all sorts of dead animal. We also have plenty of sides, and chips and dips and baked potatoes and salad. And of course what would a bar b que in Texas be without the beans and rice? I believe somebody brought some borracho beans, and oh yes how I love me some borracho beans! So depending on when we start, I plan on being completely stuffed at about 1:30 pm today. If only we could have a beer with the bar b que. How dare they hold us back! Thank goodness for the borracho beans. They better be BORRACHO too! I'm not talking like the got a little buzz, giggling, had a vodka tonic beans. I want those beans to be the falling over, DUI getting, puking little bean puke, can't remember the night before kind of beans! Those are the best. A few plastered cerveza saturated pieces of bacon wouldn't hurt either. Oh I can't wait, only 52 minutes to go.