Today was the first Saturday in August. Any good Austiner knows that has serious implications... namely, free beer at Independence Brewery!
DJ-P kicks it old school with the slathery goodness of Independence Pale Ale.
Master-P and DJ-P... two Ps in a pod.
Playa Pimp chokes down a pepperoni roll.
Ol' Dad, cultivating the 1000 yard beer stare, whips down more Independence Pale Ale.
DJ-P, a true lover of technology, commences an SMS thread with Playa Pimp across the table.
Socially acceptable buffoonery.
"Nice pints!"
Sweaty man-love began after round two.
Ol' Dad got philosophical somewhere in the middle of round three...
"No, really... I was saying something..."
Round five marked the arrival of Ted, Master-P's evil doppelgänger.
The benevolent G.
It's not a party until something gets broken!
The brewery dogs got to know one another.
Ol' Dad liberated a pint while the bartenders left for the tour ;)
Master-P marvels at the proficiency of the magical, mystical beer thief.
"What?! The sixth pint wasn't my idea!"
A contemplative DJ-P looks toward the horizon during the final few minutes of round six.
The only truly portable air conditioner.
As we saddled up to leave, DJ-P poured one for fallen homeys.
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