Ryan S.
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Saturday night at Level Crossing Brewing Company in late January was the kind of cold air, warm beer magic, that makes you forget what day it is, or what day it…was? Sorry, still recovering
We met up with old friends I hadn’t seen in literal years, and within five minutes it felt like no time had passed, just louder laughs and better stories.
The night started classy and wholesome, clinking glasses and catching up like responsible adults.
Then the beer started flowing like a legally sanctioned river and suddenly the playlist slapped harder and the conversations got dangerously funnier as the night went on. I lost my pants at one point, but that’s a story for another review
Yes, we joked about abandoning our children to fend for themselves (relax Karen, they were safe and fed), because parental guilt temporarily dissolved in hops.
Was it irresponsible? Maybe spiritually.
Was it worth it? Absolutely, for the BEEEEER!!
Somewhere between last call and poor decision o’clock, January quietly slipped away and we partied straight into February like legends.