That’s right, kids, Beer Fest is upon us again. In fact, its sooner than you think for the Seattle crew. Beer Fest runs this weekend at the Seattle Center. Dinibop, Toftie, myself, and a crew of others will be there Friday afternoon, and we expect the rest of you to join us (Aaron, I’m looking at you).

“What is Beer Fest?” you ask. Well, it’s a magical heaven where the finest Belgian beers are flown in by magical fairy monks and given to those fortunate enough to pay the reasonable entry fee. A select few (aka “those that leave work early”) are chosen to enter before 5PM, which means 50% more beer for the same low low price.

Again, “what is Beer Fest?” you ask. “Beer Fest is Seattle’s Elysian Fields,” I answer, with a wink toward the sky.

I’m so fortunate, in fact, that I might just be in Portland during its celebration, and so I may, if all parties involved are liberal and understanding, be able to attend twice this summer. Double the awesomeness! As Diniboppersonpalooza says, “BOO YAH!”

Now, the benediction.

“Dear Beer Gods. Please do not let us this year repeat the foul incident of last year, whereby one amongst our flock did lose his coffee out the realtor’s car, thus soiling the driveway of some fine Queen Anne resident. Lord, please do not let us be tempted by the burning water hawked by Tini Big’s, nor the non-Belgian swill peddled by McMennamin’s. (Brent, my apologies.) Yaweh, may we remember to stay hydrated and to take a cab home. Amen.”

Amen.