We headed to Portland for the Oregon Brewers Festival - a chance to taste the many grogs of our state. Some were bitter, some were sweet, some were just odd. I found a direct relationship between the length of the line and the taste of the brew: the longer the line, the better the taste.
I seemed to keep running into people I knew there. Perhaps the most amazing was finding Camille (to the left "Whooing!" out a toast). Camille and I were roommates in Alaska and she now lives in Seattle. Neither of us knew the other would be there, but I guess beer brings people together.