Thanks Big Daddy D...

I'm not sure if the following story is exactly what happened, but it's how my hangover let me remember it....

So there we sat in San Francisco. Almost all of the UCB in one place for the first time since the UWC ("Where's Alan?" is another post...). All happy as clams eating a big greasy breakfast together. Deach was sitting across the table from me.

When the waiter brought the meals, there was an extra side of bacon for D. I didn't think much of it until Deach pushed it across the table to me. I blinked at him, confused. For 20+ years I've been a vegetarian. Deach knows this. He nudged the little pile of aromatic piggie a bit closer.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Side of bacon for you to smell..." he replied. "Maybe you or the other veggie will want some." He shruged at Adelle.

"So, you bought us..." I hesitated, not sure of what to call it - "you bought us... hate bacon?"

Deach smiled that Big Daddy Devil grin he has, "Hate Bacon indeed..." The name stuck.

Yesterday I received a package in the mail from none other than Deach - This is what was inside (Baconaise for dramatic presentation purposes - not included)...

Thanks mi amigo... I almost made a video of opening it, but that's been done to death.