When brewers marry.
And I have very little to tell you. The gathering was festive, fun and lacked any of the drama that one might expect from our local brewing crowd. I don’t credit this entirely to the absence of Casey Hughes, but that certainly was a factor.
Seriously, it was just a nice private party and–aside from an historic photo I’m waiting to receive from that nice Suzanne Woods and will post forthwith–there’s nothing more that needs to be reported in detail.
Quick overview: Larry’s brother sure looks like Larry but his father doesn’t, Whitney could probably make a living as a professional singer (she’s that good); there was a video of their actual wedding shown and, I swear, they were actually married three different times during the ceremony.
It was a great time and a chance to catch up with a lot of people I haven’t seen often enough of late.
Now, maybe hijinks and hilarity did ensue in the parking lot outside the motel in the wee hours. When I got back to my room to around 12:30 this morning planning to change and join the expected fun, I sat down on the bed, looked at the bed, thought about the bed….and decided to take the wiser course.
I grow old. Or maybe smart.
Nah. Just old.
(P.S. Mr. Bryson and I went out for a couple of beers before the party started and had the good fortune to experience two–not one, but two–entirely clueless bartenders. It was pretty funny. I’ll describe all that later if he doesn’t.)
The onliest thing you missed out in the parking lot…well, no, actually, you missed Larry giving in to tradition and smashing a (plastic) glass underfoot, then being carried about in his metal porch chair. But what I had hoped you would see this morning when you left was what had been done with the re-arranged letters on the Holiday Inn’s sign by the Turnpike:
HE BREW
SHE BREW
Nothing short of brilliant. Wish I knew who thought it up!
Don’t with in vain; when you need to know stuff, just ask me.
Received from Steve Mashington earlier today:
>If you had elected to come and wax philosophical brain talk with us after the party you would have had the opportunity to witness us defacing (or perhaps refacing) the sign at the Holiday Inn. We wanted to make sure that they knew we were there…
If you have trouble making it out, it says “Hebrew Shebrew”. Put together by the lovely Natalie Hoffman, Chris Brugger and myself. <
Unfortunately, the photo he sent isn’t very good, too dark and blurred and not worth posting.
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