Bigmista's G Town Bash/Fundraisers

Big Mista return to G town

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The Official Houston Foodie Shot

Had this been my Church Fundraiser I would have given the BBQ Meal that was being served up a groovy name that let all know the this was the epicenter of Galveston - the G Spot if you will... but alas, stunts like that are the reason the Pope has personally specified I not walk into a Catholic Church.

Neil's Church is Episcopalian, the only denomination I hold above my own (Methodist), mostly because they stood on the proper side of the Temperance movement (we were on the wrong side) and earned their congregation the moniker, "whiskeybellions."

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St Augustine of Hippo Church - the Church he grew up in

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Pat Tate, Neil's Momma in Pink sitting

So, I finally got some time after recuperating from my job this week with my Special Ed Class, (I taught them to sing the Blues classic, 'Mistreated') and drove the Popdaddy FunkWagon down to see Neil for his visit to Texas and Galveston.

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Sweet Loving Couple who stayed for hours listening to the Manna Band.

Galveston is a very historical city, the county is of course best noted for being the origin point for the Texas Couch dance, which we have to thank for being the precursor to the Lap Dance which broke out into the strip scene in the 1980's and early 1990's.

But back to Neil and his church fundraiser. The food was wonderful; I met Ernie Ramirez, who had a nice walk for last year's Houston Livestock and Rodeo and I heard placed well at the Jack as well. Also met a guy named Tony who was telling me about how he will be conquering Pennsylvania and we all laughed til we were asthmatic about "northern Q" and what constitutes a "trophy" and the many KCBS pageants they have. But enough about Harpoons and some of the world's worse BBQ (sans, Smoke in your eye - who is actually a Texas by way of Memphis so he doesn't count and also ICUE). :heh:

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Lonnie and the Gear - a story about Lonnie. Lonnie was perhaps, hands down the hardest working volunteer (and some paid workers) I have seen in my life at any competition or event. He was always smiling, gracious, didn't bat an eye when I was pulling chix and a starving man came by and I gave him a chicken (hey, its not my chicken). But one thing had me laughing. At one point Tony and Ernie left and there was one load of chix Neil was not aware of. I had no therm so I peeked at them and they shook hands well and POURED out clear juices. So I did not want to get dirty so I volunteered to hold the pan for Lonnie while he tonged the chix out. With every pull of one single chix he would go "oh Lawd help me." I mean every pull... and there were maybe 10 a shelf. It was a slooooooow process.... I finally passed him the pan and pulled all the chix in about 4 seconds. He was amazed... LOL. I told him fire was your friend as he noticed my hands, calloused from years of pulling hot items. Maybe I have lost my nerves in my hands... anyway... Lonnie needs to work in BBQ.


Here are some pictures of the wondrous world class meal that Big Mista

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Chix - speaking of Chix I missed getting a picture of a nice Polish Girl in pig tails who came to eat... she kept talkin' to the padre - in polish - which added and extra layer of sassiness, to her... and the Popdaddy Van was just feet away. :-(

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The Church, right across the street from where my dad taught for many years, had significant surge in it... about 2-3 feet.

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Neil and his no-grecian formula packin' self

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Neil, his agent and personal assistant with the Borg in her ear and my buddy Jim Pucchetti (aka against the grain). Can you believe we both know a guy that was arrested for meeting with minors in a Dickinson motel and serving them up alcohol?

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How I wanted to steal a slice of this cake and stick a dollar in the missing wedge.

Of course I shot 50 times as much video so there will be a vid coming...

Norcoredneck said:

How much time did you get for the Minor Alcohol Gig?:heh:

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Too far before my time, LOL. Actually, and here is what a small world it is, made broad by the Brethren. I met Jim online during IKE through the brethren when I was living in Connecticut. We have know each other since then and Jim was wonderful when I moved back home - very friendly. Anyway I mentioned an old motel in Dickinson and out pops the fact that he took electronics at Ball High from this man that got arrested there. He said the last name I said the first... my Dad got him his job! He knew the guy because he coudl fix his Collin Ham Radio like nobody's biz and the guy was down on his luck and Dad just wanted to help. In all actuality, he was doing a bit more with one particular minor than drinking but in those days the courts were a bit different so he got a alcohol charge only.

The purpose of this story is just to show that in my opinion, I was destined to join up with the brethren.... I also met shane, who lived in nebraska while I was connecticut and one day while telling an old story about my hometown he admitted he grew up there.

The brethren is such a family.

She dances well too.