Let me just say, I love Speakeasy. I had half a mind to abandon my table and hang out in their new taproom, but Pancake gave me that magical yet patronizing glare, so I succumbed to responsibility.
For once, I had extra time after setup so I was able to take pictures before the event began. Now you can enjoy my creepy-stalker-cellphone-pictures.
|Pretend I am standing in that center void...|
I present Dostoevsky the Bunny (and Pancake's ass):
|This is not the rabbit you are looking for...|
The only other fur ball was a tenacious black cat who wandered the brewery and stole chairs from vendors. As my phone camera is an underachiever, and the cat was black, the only image I have is rather underwhelming. But she was cute and her belly swung when she walked. You'll just have to believe me.