Here's my recap of last weekend:

Saturday (night): Went to the Flour City Brew Fest. $15 got us a tasting glass that we could take around the festival to sample the many different brews. Good times. And good beers. There were some horrible beers, but after the 4th or 5th brewery, you start not caring as much. Man, that was a pretty good time.

Sunday: Woke up with the world's worst hangover. One of the worst ones I've had in a long time. But, being the trooper I am, I still went to the Park Ave Fest and babysat my adorable nephew, while his dad was on stage. Beautiful day, super cute baby, and tasty food. More good times.

This coming weekend is the annual cottage weekend. More good times abound. Sunday is my 31st birthday. Yes, 31 fucking years old. I hope 31 is half as good as 30 has been.