The best afternoons are the ones you stumble upon

Some days taking the right turn on the bike path can mean meeting a new friend. A friend who can take your finger off, but, still, he's cool.

And, after five fruitless thrift store stops in search of  the right shoes for the dress I'm starting to regret buying, another left turn off the path can lead you to your own mini-GABF, courtesy of a local brewery's anniversary. Based on my experience with the fourteen tastings I chose, I don't feel so bad about missing the Denver event this year. I'm pretty sure I'd never make it out of there alive.