… bwains! Bwains!

It took until this past Saturday to feel vaguely decent again.
Decent enough that I was finally up for a beer.

All 266 casks could be considered as unique brews; some more unique than others …

… crowds of tourists wandering aimlessly along and between Fifth and Sixth Avenues …

… they both got speculative visits from the Cask Whisperer this past week.

… but a (non-literal) bucket-load of fun for all.

… two camels looking for a straw.

I don’t think that water (as delicious as it is) is up to the job.

… and I got to briefly see one of the brewery kitties, which was the main reason that I signed up in the first place.

The country breathed a big sigh of relief, and resolved to celebrate the failure of this insurrection by setting fire to piles of household and garden trash on the anniversary each year.

… a time of innocence, when dinosaurs roamed the streets and bars of NYC, and any dog could be a hot dog.

… another smaller scale event popped up on my radar, at my old stomping grounds in DC.

I don’t know how we missed F.A.O. Schwarz

Yeah, they were all “haunted” at one time.

Together they highlighted the marked differences that occur with the swapping out of a single beer ingredient, one that usually does not get much recognition, when compared to the hops or malt or even the water.

And for the third straight weekend I was heading to something vaguely resembling an Oktoberfest.