Is This The Line?

Tucked behind this unassuming roadside kitchen with its own garden out back was a mob of people with a taste for beer. Mob may not be the right word.

I take that back. It's the perfect word. With souvenir glasses & drink tickets in hand, we set off to line up for sample after sample of freshly brewed craft beer*.

But...where was the line? 

Great question! 

We were overwhelmed by a medley of lines all weaving together without rhyme or reason like something out of Alice In Wonderland. 

I stopped to ask the Mad Hatter if this was the end of the line & he retorted with a laugh, "It curves right there, winds back that-a-way, behind the tents, through the woods & to Grandmother's house we go."

OK, I added the Grandmother's bit in place of "it ends near that Bud Light truck."

We hunkered down & decided to make the best of the experience. I mean, what choice is there in life? Sure, I was getting this weird Bermuda shorts tan but I could hear Bob Marley music brush past me on the spring breeze & I was content.

Thirty minutes & one beer sample later, we thought it wise to hop on the food line. Well, not until we made sure to get food first. I know, it sounds absurd. Lunch was included in our tickets but "we bought food to hold us over while we waited in the food line" will be something we'll quote indefinitely, I'm certain.


Life is funny. If you're not laughing then what have you got?


I'll tell you what you've got: a knockwurst with sauerkraut in one hand & no comic relief in the other. That's the wurst!


[Try to laugh when you get up to the front of a beer line only to be told that they're out. Try to laugh.]

One hour on the food line later, we had our hands on a plate full of barbecue with a too small for my taste side of heavenly shrimp & grits. Anyone who's had bad grits knows the glory of great grits. Just one bite & I muttered how much I love living in the South. (I savored them so much that I forgot to photograph them. Just as well, that would have been a tease for you. I'm nicer than that.)


I did, however, snap this photo of our new dog.


Kidding. The owner kept too close a watch on him. There was no way we were going to be able to make off with him. Instead I ogled & made kissy noises at him from afar.








With our bellies full of shrimp & grits made by the soulfood gods, braving the megalines for the last remaining sip of beer didn't seem worth it.  


We hopped the shuttle & headed towards the event parking lot...





Anyone else find it amusing that a day comprised of drinking ends in a hospital parking lot?

[ *Note: This voluntary DD/not a drinking fan enjoyed water all day long. ]

CHEERS!

Oh! One more thing...have a great day on purpose!