I suppose this could be called the before shot, but I neglected to snap an after shot at the end of the evening. You will notice that birthday girl, Holly, has already begun celebrating with her hand on Lee's knee.
We have been transported from my living room to the Bushnell Garage. Small town dive bars are the absolute best.
Locals showing a range of emotions over us non-locals taking up all the bar stools.
Lots of interesting stuff on the walls, including a locational sign should you forget where you are.
Holly getting to know the legendary Bushnell Garage stone. She is now immune to all infectious diseases known to medical science.
More of the local flavor on display behind the bar.
Oooh! We have moved on to the dinner portion of the evening. Acting as her own sommelier, or whatever the beer counterpart is to that position, Holly chooses a brewski from the bucket.
A veritable rainbow of beers. From left to right we have ale, wheat, and stout.
I just couldn't resist one more shot of behind-the-bar paraphernalia. Yes, since you were so kind to ask, all of us were safely delivered home at the conclusion of festivities.
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