The guy who took this picture of us would not tolerate all smiles and made us scowl. But really we were all super happy to be drinking at one of our illustrious local breweries on a beautiful sunny SF day. I couldn't believe the turn out! Easily a couple hundred people. 
They were pouring a special anniversary Scotch Ale, that dangerous combination of high alcohol but very drinkable. A lot like an amber with a bit more sharp hop. I generally don't like wheat beers, but the White Lightning wit won the "summer beer" of the day award, with lots of sparkling citrus. People also went for the Hunters Point Porter, and apparently they were also pouring the Bootlegger Black.
I really felt like a community event, as we ran in to Jessie, Ben, Ian, and Jason from med school as well as the elusive TCB! The beer t-shirt of the days goes to the guy wearing a black shirt with a silhouette of a donkey with a beer bottle rigged to dangle in front of its face. CD got some shit from a militant Toronado employee about her Fort Bragg pizza place shirt that features that same raised fist/pint that our favorite Lower Haight beer snob hang has apparently trademarked. For a second there, it looked like we were going to have to get into it. We could've taken her, Dunc.
Our heroes of the day included Noah, who ran a half marathon this morning, accomplishing more before I woke up than I will all day. We also bowed down to the people who rode in on this pedal-powered partymobile, complete with disco ball and drink holders. I should have gotten a picture of this thing -- four cyclists, two facing backwards, with a shade covering. The thing was clearly designed for the playa, but apparently it's street legal. We also raised a pint for the b-day boy, Eric Arbanovella.
Strong work, team!
