Meat is Murder!

In order to honor our brave service men, myself and friends will be vacating the District of Columbia for the beach. The bloggyness of this trip even astounds me. Should something happen to us this weekend, a large swath of your rss reader will stay empty and you might be able accomplish something at work.

In order to prepare, I have been charged with leading a contingent to Costco to purchase provisions. Of course, the nature of the holiday compels us to slaughter a large number of animals and cook them over an open flame. What surprises me is that, to my knowledge, no one in our group is a vegetarian. In a group this large, you would think that someone would be a vegetarian. I guess that it is possible that I have too many friends from Texas.

I had a lot of friends in college who were vegetarians, including two band members and a roommate. As a result, I ate, and learned to cook, a lot of vegetarian meals. Once I was even charged with feeding an entire vegetarian reggae band, who loved my vegetarian burritos by the way. For a while, I only ate meat 2-3 times a week and it was actually kind of nice.

All this is to say that I think I am fairly sympathetic to the vegetarian lifestyle. In fact, given the right circumstances, I would be more than happy to give up meat for the rest of my life.

For the record, when I wrote this I had my inevitable marriage to Kristen Bell in mind, but if a hamburger is the only thing preventing me from working with Prince, then that hamburger will have to go.