meegan: day one

So, I changed the name of my blog. The title AND the domain name. I can't really call myself a "vegan" anymore for several reasons. The first and foremost reason being that I ate some BBQ pulled pork at my best friend's wedding. And boy, was it delicious. Though, I think you could put Memphis BBQ sauce on anything and it'd be delicious.

The pig was cooked by dear friends of Jessie and Vergil's. They stayed up through the night (seriously), turning, and checking on that pig. They took small naps, but never really slept. Guys stood around and talked with each other, as guys are wont to do when something is being smoked, or grilled. That pig was taken better care of in death than it probably ever was in life. It's a little sad that things have to be that way, but it's death was honored by every single person that placed a bite of pulled pork in their mouth on Saturday. And it was honored by me, the "bad" vegan. The vegan that never could. And I'll probably be going to vegan hell, but hell, that probably wouldn't be such a bad place because it'd be filled with people like me.

I took home some leftover BBQ chicken, pasta salad with feta cheese, and potato salad. I'm going to eat it all up then go back to my sometimes vegan diet.

The wedding was wonderful. It took place in Black Mountain, at a boys camp with a lake, and lodges. Everyone stayed on the mountains, and played bluegrass 'til two in the morning. I danced, I laughed, I cried a lot. Love was in the air, and not just the romantic kind. Jessie is often surrounded by people who are full of love, because she attracts such people. She also danced, and laughed, and cried.

 I could tell the bride was a little stressed out, or maybe a lot. People were pulling HER like pulled pork. Including me. I wanted her to relax and just let go and let things happen, but if I know Jessie (which I think I do) she always wants to be helping. She wants to make sure other people are happy before herself. Which is one of her best qualities. And Vergil is the luckiest man in the world to be marrying my best friend.

Oh! I never told you the second reason about why I can't call myself "vegan" anymore. And that reason is, why would I want to be a part of something that shames others into doing it too? It's just plain mean. And it sounds holier than thou, and that is not what I am. There are wonderful, nice, understanding vegans, but the majority of them "poo poo" at the vegetarians and omnivores.So instead of being a vegan, I shall be a meegan. I eat what I want, and "me" is the word. Whether that is BBQ tofu or BBQ pulled pork at a wedding.

So there. And also, I miss the mountains...