Monday, September 7, 2009

Deschutes Brewery's Worst Nightmare

We had lunch with some of our friends today at Deschutes Brewery downtown. The folks at the brewery were probably very happy to see us leave - 4 women who aren't drinking because they have babies, 2 guys and only 2 beers, 3 large cumbersome car seats, a high chair baby and Hurricane Kyle (who threw up all over himself during the middle of lunch)... and can we get separate checks please???
Zola (~9 mos) is wondering "What are these dudes sleeping for? They're missing the party." Ryan (~3 mos) and Miles (~2 mos) are enjoying a quick snooze before a big day of eating, sleeping, etc, etc.
Zola, thinking, "What's with all these boys? And not a one of them is as good of an eater as I am. Sheesh." Tyler (~4 mos) is the handsome guy on the end.
Zola: "Kyle, it's OK that you puked all over the place in Deschutes Brewery. I put in a good word for you and they are willing to let you back in... but only if you eat crackers next time."

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