4:20 Pig Roast

In celebration of 4:20, I turned on "The Joint", SiriusXM's Reggae station very early in the morning before 8 A.M. at work. Needless to say, people were saying the vibe felt "different". I mean, duh, we never listen to anything but classic rock, 90s rock, and endless jam music. I couldn't wait to get out of work and drink rum out of a coconut.

So is it weird for me to feel glad that people "still make things"? I guess since I have no carpentry skills, I'm impressed by woodwork, which leads me to Robin's backyard. Last year, he lived in Bushwick where he was making a surf bar, but this year, he (with the help of Adriaan) built not only a Tiki bar (serving homebrewed craft beers), but benches, a stage, a gazebo, AND a fire pit in the backyard of his Williamsburg apartment. In daylight, sure you can see some questionable construction choices and finishing, but it looked pretty damn cool. I appreciate the fact that people make shit just so that they can bring people together to chill, rage, and not be at a bar. I'm sure this exists in many places in Brooklyn, but I guess I don't get out much?

OINK. I ate some delicious shrimp enchiladas before rolling in.

JAM ON. So the first band that played consisted of drums, bass, and bagpipe. It sounded GREAT. I'm not being snarky, it was really good.

This is early on. The place kind of exploded later on in the night. The highlight was when a mom brought in her 8-year-old girl to check out the place. What a trip.

Some of it was still uncooked, so they wrapped it up in foil and returned it to the pit.