
It seemed like it would be too cold of a cold day to be outside drinking beer, but the sun was warm and the fellowship even warmer.
I wanted to stay longer. I REALLLY wanted to stay longer. I had not yet finished meeting all the attendees, colorful characters like Dirty, Dirty Martini Girl... Big Daddy... and Dude with Horns and Pelt on his Construction Hat... So many characters, so little time. But we had other things to do and people to see. Damn.
So, until next year, BockFest, when I shall make sure my calendar is free of other obligations. Thank you for your smokey ash-spewing fire and free-flowing (and inexpensive) excellent beers. I miss you already.



