Pig Roast in Vermont

In August, we took our Summer Tour 2000 north to the Green Mountain state.  The venue was an idyllic hillside, nestled in a mountain valley, overlooking a mountain pond.  We managed to traumatize most of the mountain wildlife.  And boy, that pig was some good eatin'.

Thanks to Mike & Jacki, the host and hostess of this pork and beer extravaganza.

We crafted a new Vermont ending for Hootchie Cootchie Man (we always try to make it special) :

I'm that Hootchie Cootchie Man.

Even Ben & Jerry know.

Even Daryl & Daryl know.

Even those Vermont women who go deep in the woods to tap the maple trees and suck all the sap out and then bring it back home to boil it down into sweet maple syrup then cook up a stack of hotcakes for their lumber jack man who sits down and takes a bite and says, "Baby, this is so tasty, hot, and sweet that it puts me in the mood for some lovin'" and she says "Hold on Green Mountain Boy, put your ax back in your belt - you ain't gettin' none of this honey, sweet hot in the mornin' until you buys me a goddamn mink coat."

Yeah, even they know.

Everybody knows I'm him!