In July of this year some I went to Ribfest with a meat aficionado like myself, his vegan wife and my rarely-eats-anything-but-pasta daughter. Needless to say, two of us had a lot more fun there than the other two did. It also goes without saying that two of us ate so much that it hurt and felt uncomfortable for the whole trip home.
Also . . . I was growing thick "friendly chops" facial hair for a wedding. The groom desired it, so who am I to deny such a simple request.