An epic weekend is one where you move from event to event, place to place, seemingly at random but somehow perfectly orchestrated for doing as much as possible at an easy pace. It's a weekend that when it's over you say, "That was great." You don't have to go anywhere and it doesn't have to be expensive. You can do it all pretty much (or literally) in your back yard. It's a weekend where there are no glitches, no complications, no chores except ones you want to get done, and no regrets. Just fun.
Last weekend was just that.
Friday was brought to you by the letter P. We started with ping pong and pints at Ghost Runners Brewery. I had the Pre-HOPtaine while Hubby had the Running Up Pils. We moved on to pinball and pints at Doomsday Safe House while we ordered pizza from the beautifully remodeled Vancouver Pizza. I enjoyed the Bunker Brown while Hubby had the Agent Orange.
Saturday was the B.I.G. Holiday Brew Fest in Hood River where we discovered a number of delicious beers.
Sunday, we stopped in at McMenamins Edgefield where we both enjoyed the Oatmeal Pale and another round of pinball. (This time, I won.)
Also, on Sunday, my sister-in-law (Lynn S Dot) received her 50th WABL stamp at Lost Canoe in Snohomish. Congratulations! I'm so proud!!
In the evening, we were back to the letter P. We started with a Mosaic Pale from Everybody's Brewing at Thai Orchid. Then we moved on to popcorn and pints at Kiggins Theatre. We watched the early showing of Please Stand By and enjoyed Half Cocked IPA from 54°40' Brewing Company and Broken Hose from River Mile 38 Brewing Company.
Since it was still early, we finished off the growler of Hop Lion we got from Double Mountain Brewery the day before in Hood River. We got to bed at a reasonable hour and were well rested for Monday and the week ahead.
All that, and the weather on Saturday and Sunday was nearly Springlike. Buds appeared on shrubs, bulbs pushed through the sodden earth, and cartoon birds encircled us with melodic song.
Okay, maybe I got a little off track there but, really, it doesn't get much better than that.
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