Receipts faded black, smoldering in the car it was time to face the heat.  Grabbing Jen, we headed downtown to dance with dehydration, play chance with heat stroke, and as always dodge the fuzz.  It was CRAM packed with people.   Maneuvering our way through the chaos we finally made it to the mug and token booth.  Deciding which package to buy, karma stepped in dressed as a sweet older couple offering their cups for free.  "We'll take it!"  Score, that just saved us six bucks!!  yeah yeah, I'm cheap, its like being a freshman again at a house party that you snuck into and don't want to pay a fee to get access to the keg.  Besides alcohol kills germs right?  -No Shame!  A quick water rinse and our day immediately perked up.  It took some work, but after strategically forging through the mass amounts of people, I was able to secure a drink and find my friends at the stage.  

I got super excited when I saw a fiddle and a banjo getting ready to play with the other members.  The two clear as day signs that they are going to be nothing short as awesome.  And indeed the Clumsy Lovers were UH-MAY-ZING!

Lets not forget about the best part:  People watching.  Undeniably most had some kind of beer stain on their clothes, some came with beer helmets and there's always the clincher, the results of liquid courage.  If a guy isn't asking me if my chest is real (Hi Dad...woops, overshare) he's an older man advocating to feed the hungry, coercing a girl in to sit on his shoulder, while he forgets about his motive, and starts bragging about not dropping her, as the male portion of the crowd cheers because she is successfully flashing everyone.  

While it was hot, sticky, and disgusting out, the brewfest still consisted of fun people, great music, and very tasty Oregon brews.

Overall:  SUCCESS!