Watching (and brewing) all the shenanigans brew and the equipment we all use is quite pleasing. Ingenuity was abundant.
Local meathouse Brats, corn on the cob, burgers and chile peppers were all served up on the charcoal grill. Previously made homebrew and mead were on tap and consumed all night long, till wee hours in the morning until people started passsing out by the campfire. A few fine cigars were dispersed as well from the hosts private collection. And possibly the funniest part of the night was what i found out the next day, one of the passer-outters woke up in the middle of the night with wet feeling drawers, "oh no he thought- i pissed myself", wrong. Emptied his huggies in the night and had to burn his pants in the fire. Oh the hilarity.
Pics to follow as soon as i find where i put my camera and charge the battery back up.


