As is becoming an annual event, after the Saturday session of the Baltimore Comic-Con, a bunch of gathered at the Henn House for a fiesta, with the main attraction being … what else … a roast pig!
And when I say pig, I don’t mean pulled pork, I mean Roast. Pig. Snout and all.
During the day, while we were at the convention, Rich’s father-in-law picked up the pig, took it home, and literally ripped that sucker up. He yanked off every scrap of pork he could dig his fingers into. SAs is becoming an annual event, after the Saturday session of the Baltimore Comic-Con, a bunch of gathered at the Henn House for a fiesta, with the main attraction being … what else … a roast pig!
And when I say pig, I don’t mean pulled pork, I mean Roast. Pig. Snout and all.
During the day, while we were at the convention, Rich’s father-in-law picked up the pig, took it home, and literally ripped that sucker up. He yanked off every scrap of pork he could dig his fingers into. So by the time we gathered at the Henn House, there were pans and pans of roast pig ready for the eating.
I don’t eat roast pig, so I can’t say how it was, but a room of about 15 guys devoured about 75 percent of it, so I’d say it was a big hit! Not only that, we carried on the tradition of pizza on the grille (as if there’s any other way), tapped a quarter keg (which we kicked), and headed down into the basement for a long session at Henn’s bar, where many a martini and other concoctions were whipped up and guzzled (I stuck to beer).
BBQ, beer and comics, talking about comics, reading comics, and guzzling beer all at the same time. For a bunch of comic book nerds, this was the ultimate. And if Seven of Nine from Star Trek showed up in her skin-tight uniform, I think there would have been a mass heart attack.
The bodies slowly trickled out during the night, but those who ducked out early missed a midnight feeding of BBQ chicken wings imported from Buffalo (LaNova … sooooo gooooooood), with the party’s final call about 2:30 am. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, except that we had to be up at 8, to be on the road by 9, to just barely–and mean just barely–make the Amtrak back to New York at 10 am.
All in all it was another great weekend for the Baltimore Comic-Con.
And the best part is, we’ll be doing it again next year…
