It was cold so we built a fire
Last night’s brewing went really well. But I didn’t have to tell you that. You could have surmised as much from the professionalism with which we carry ourselves in all things that we do. We brewed up another batch of our Drafty Kilt Scotch Ale, and hit our target gravity on the nose. You know what else? Joel actually pulled his own weight last night (many thanks to Abigail for sending in the pic).
See above for about half of our white bucket collection. The other half is on loan to the Bucket Museum of Indiana. Joel built a fire on Jeff’s back porch. We expected the worst, but the house didn’t burn down, and it was nice and toasty back there. I asked Colin and the gang to “pose,” and I think they thought that meant “look like morons”:
Mission accomplished. Notice how all the pictures look really crappy. Turns out iPhones don’t excel at image capturing. Also notice all of the dark beer in glasses. We ran out of Eye Patch Ale about halfway through the evening, so we were left with our experimental bourbon barrel stout. I think people enjoyed it. If nothing else it was a great night for a stout.
Thanks to everyone who made it out. Hopefully we’ll see you soon!
My eyes look so blue in that picture.
Hey man, Loved seeing (and tasting!) some of your work last night. As for the iPhone camera… outside in the dark is still, well, outside in the dark! (even if you have a magic phone)
check out photogene in the app store. It is a few bucks for a lot of fast, effective photo editing capability- all on board your phone. (and saves-as right to your photo library – perfect for wordpressing!)
nate
Look at those cool dudes.
And the last picture is for photographic proof that sometimes a girl or two show up.
It was so cold? But warm enough that women with low cut tops didn’t feel the need to zip up their coats.
Kevin – You can’t forget their in Georgia, it never actually gets cold there, they just like to wear jackets and feel tough.
Travis, it’s about to get really warm. You’re supposedly back in the saddle, so the war is back on.
Game, blouses.