Alcohol + Sunshine + Furry Friends = SIB Satisfaction

Whether it was the warm weather, the accompaniment of canines, or the abundance of fantastic alcohol, people were blissed-out at Saturday’s go-round of the Seattle International Beerfest. Here’s a taste of what we observed during our first SIB experience.

Things we expect from a brewfest and did, in fact, witness:

The girl who, needing a free hand for a moment, stuffs her tasting glass into her cleavage.

The guy who parts with his shirt after four ounces of beer and proceeds to swagger through the afternoon talking yelling about “the tits on” nearby ladies.

The standing-bass-and-fiddle, can’t-have-a-brewfest-without-it band.

The songs of ultimate-summer-beer-drinking-band Sublime, blasting from rain-protected speakers.

The guy who, as advertised, was pouring beer and wearing a Cubs cap—beer enthusiast Seattlest Geoff.

Things we didn’t expect, but enjoyed the experiencing of:

The girl in full-on St. Pauli Girl attire, all legs, bountiful bosom and beer steins, criss-crossing the grounds as if working an old German tavern.

The dogs. (Dog-less Seattlest had no idea the event was pet-friendly. And you wouldn’t know it from the SIB site, but proceeds benefit Pet Cross.)

The kittens. (Reps from PAWS and MEOW brought a few felines to yank tipsy heartstrings into donating and/or signing up for volunteer work.)

The nice ladies who brought said kittens out of their cages to let us our fiancée pet them.

The mead. (Mountain Meadows’ offerings were our favorite—even blowing away most of the beer we tried.)

Things we expected but, for better or worse, did not experience:

The guy in a kilt, standing around with friends, looking sorta cool but not cool enough to have sold any of his buddies on the kilt idea.

The big guy in lederhosen, all smiles and barrel chest.

The obnoxious, drunk guy trying to a) con a volunteer pourer out of free beer and/or b) cop a feel of the breasts within closest reach.

The gyro booth. The burrito booth. The giant-brick-of-fries booth. (The event could have used more food.)

The guy in a kilt, standing around with friends in their own kilts, looking really cool and like he could take a dozen guys like us down without breaking a sweat.

We’re sure we missed a lot—we missed quite a few brews, in deference to our fear of public drunkenness—but we’d be surprised to learn that anything unpleasant went down at Beerzilla. We’ll be back next year, hopefully with our dog.

Who among you, Seattlest readers, shared this good time?