So we all went to Dayton Alefest. It was a celebration of international, national, regional and local microbrews.
In other words, about half of it was beer that was drinkable, 25% was some kind of liquid that was filtered through a sock worn on the set of "Monty Python and the Holy Grail", and the rest were brews that required you to kill a hop plant on your own.
OK, seriously - it was 90% good - some of it was EXTREMELY good (Imperial Tiger). Colin came along for the ride, because what says "Family Outing" like acres of beer and Daddy with a perpetually empty glass?
That was a plane in his hand. Cessna, I believe.
We told him it was "Sesame Street Plays Lacrosse!" to get him to come. He was nonplussed:
Extreme playing:
One person vaguely in this picture enjoyed the Alefest, one was waiting for "Sesame Street Plays Lacrosse!"
Even a nice dog and fries didn't cover for those shiftless Muppets opting to leave acres of beer instead of a great performance.
Donna Jean had a good time. Apparently they didn't have the Muppets in Poland, OH; only acres of beer.
"I'm sorry son, the Muppets couldn't make it; instead, they sent beer. Lots of beer."
And then there's this guy:
BTW, here's everybody's '09 Christmas card:
"Smack Dab in the Middle", as Count Basie and Joe Williams would say . . .
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