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So yesterday was our 16th wedding anniversary (remember I told you guys I was a child bride).  The year we eloped, May 12th fell on Mother’s Day – which is an awkward story for another day.

My sister and her man came down or is it came up? No no, it’s came East and then slightly North to help us celebrate.

Although I plotted my whole life to get out of Pennsylvania, I love our ‘hood.  We live a beautiful area, surrounded by history.  One of those towns had a brewfest in the park, so off we went.

As with every trip to anywhere we don’t go daily.  We got a little lost.

The women in the car handled it really well.  Calm, cool, collected.  The men in the car started sweating.  We heard,” but it starts at 12:30, and it’s 12:34″.  ”we passed it, we passed it, turn around.” and finally, my favorite, “time is beer!”. oh my.

Once we finally found the place – the parking was a bit tricky – and we noticed all the other men in the other cars were just as agitated.  By the way, it was a 4 hour event.  We were 15 minutes late.  Once we finally parked, our men leapt out of the car and skipped into the park, they were so happy.

(ok not skipped but it’s my blog.  In their blog they can say they strutted in like John Wayne. Oh they don’t have a blog? Well then, skipped it is).

It was so much fun. There’s something about having booze outdoors that makes you feel like you’re doing something healthy. No?

At first, I took these pictures:

Then my sister reminded me of the fact that this is a brewfest, I should have pictures of beer. But look at that pizza.  I immediately knew this was my kind of ‘fest.

Ok – here’s proof that it was not a pizza/pretzel fest:

There were 62 breweries surrounded by trees and sun – it was gorgeous.

Another reason why I love this place, punk rocker security guards kept their eye on the Colonials

Our favorite of the 62:  A stout from Stone, an IPA from Victory, a Belgian triple from Weyebacher, and a partridge in a pear tree.