The Midwest Beerfest was a success. We went, we drank, we did not drive home. You don't get drunk there unless you really try. Only one of us seemed to be trying, and it wasn't me. I paced myself and still only used half the tickets I had. Of course, going to the seminar added six more samples. My wife enjoyed the beer, I enjoyed the beer, and saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while. One of the local pastors showed up in his collar. Fun was had by all. Everybody came over to our apartment and we fed them. It allowed everybody to sober up. Everybody went home, and now I'm here typing.
The Chargers are playing the chefs tomorrow, it's a 12:00 start, and I have a potluck and voters meeting to go to. You can imagine how happy this is making me.