|Art provided by the neighborhood kids|
We actually were not sure what to expect this year. We had skipped the year before and all week the weather was looking iffy for Saturday. We had ordered the 1/4 barrel of beer the weekend before, then I got a call mid-week saying they could not get a 1/4 barrel of this amber beer but they could get a 1/6 barrel, 56-12 oz beers. I agreed readily with the weather on my mind. Then on Saturday I went to pick it up and they said 'good news, we got your 1/4 barrel!' Well, I was thinking, I was happy with 1/6 barrel and did not appreciate the switch back without being informed, but I took it. Turns out that even with the less than ideal weather we would have run out with the smaller keg. I also thought it odd that we went through all that beer but only half the brats. I'll chalk that up to better beer and to the ever-growing vegetarian population of the neighborhood. As one of the cute little neighborhood girls told me, it's not that she doesn't like meat but she doesn't like that it comes from animals. I can't argue with that.
|Beer Drunk and Disappointed|
It was only after the party when it was down to me and Kate with only two other people that I realized I had not taken a single picture all night. I was drunk on beer and very disappointed in myself. Bridget caught my disappointment on her phone and emailed it to me, right. Oh well, I'll have to try to remember next year. And I honestly cannot remember the last time I got drunk on beer. I'll taste beer and even have a beer, it's been happening more and more lately, but beer is not my first drink of choice.
|Next day, killin' the keg!|
Everyone seemed to have a good time even if it was a bit chilly and windy. I would have liked to talk to each a bit more but that is hard when your are the host, you are the one thing that all those invited have in common. We did not have a firepit afterwards like we have always done in the past because it makes for such a long day. Still, we had plenty of fun and enjoyment to last until next spring! Or at least next weekend!
On a personal note I would like to send out my best wishes to my father who just had a pacemaker installed and, separately, to my mother who is recovering from knee replacement surgery. See, it's not just me, the whole family is falling apart!