The Chinese delegations left Iowa with a positive grasp on some of the world's most important priorities. O.U.T.R.A.G.E. officials believed that these discussions had been productive and useful. Many of the newly-elected members of Congress, who would be inducted on January 20, were impressed with what they considered progress on various fronts.
Perhaps the only one who wasn't all that happy about the outcome was Phil Baker, proprietor of the Double B pig farm where the talks had taken place. He had planned for a hog roast to end all hog roasts. But, because the talks became so intense, delegates had instead chosen to forego the festivities and focus on more exhaustive dialogue over the issues at hand. "What the hell am I going to do with all this pork?" Phil lamented to his wife, Janie. "Yeah, we could freeze it, but this pork is only at its very best when it's fresh and prime. I think we need to throw a party!" Janie balked, citing all the preparations that would have to be made. Mike and Donna balked; they weren't even done cleaning up from this most recent event that had just ended. Bob Cowles balked: "my guys have a pig farm to run, for God's sakes! We can't be distracted with all your damn parties!" Bobby and Lovee balked: "Are you out of your friggin' mind? Are you aware how much work this takes?" Boo and Jo balked: they were planning a weekend trip to the casino upstate.
Undeterred, Phil called the rest of the AROB group: Adams, Ryan and Oetting. They all agreed it would be a great way to get all of the new elected officials together just prior to being sworn in. It could be a social gathering with an underlying cause' celebre' of once again reinforcing the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. principles just before these new public officials took the oath of office.
"Let the plans begin!" wailed Baker. His gregariousness sparked something in the Double B crew; they started planning another impromptu gathering that would attract at least a couple of hundred people.