After a morning of shooty fun, the rest of the gang met at the Broad Ripple Brew Pub. In attendance (from 3 o'clock, counterclockwise) were Old Grouch, blog meet regular and official lurker #2 -Don, Tam, Roberta X , The Jack (in a kilt!) and Engineering Johnson and myself.
After drinks were served and toasts made, I presented Roberta with this little number which EJ found in his travels with a "someone was throwing out a perfectly good retroencabulator!"
It was a hit, and we even included the instructions to telegraph out for replacement parts.
The beer was cold all brewed right there by the Broad Ripple Brew Pub. Lawnmower Pale Ale for me, and several of the group trying their Octoberfest brew or one of the old fashioned sodas, in an assortment you won't find at most restaurants.
Food was, as always, eclectic and good. Appetizers of Scotch Eggs, giant pretzels with beer/cheese dip and some double cheese stuffed roasted jalapenos with some sort of spicy crumb topping, a special of the day.
Then came the sandwiches, this one a Brisket Burger. With BACON.
We discussed all manner of things, including firearm patent law, old radios, ribbon microphones (duraluminum - it will get a hole in it if you just look at it wrong) and all manners of old recording gadgetry to the point that Tam exclaimed "I'm surrounded by geeks". "Yes, we're everywhere", I said. "We're ubiquitous!" Old Grouch exclaimed.
I don't have half of the knowledge that some of the gang has on such things but I've been taught well enough to mess with an intern who comes up with a piece of old lab equipment with wires sticking out of it and a puzzled look and I explain how the disconnected wires were essential to the inductive resonance that fed the capacitance loop which powered the daisy chained transistor matrix that...
Don't mess with geeks.
The Brew Pub was pretty busy, folks seated inside and out, dogs being welcome outside with their owners.
Some Brew Pups here, looking for a little love. Their "people" said we could pet them and we did.
After good food and drink, much laughter and conversation, it was time to wave goodbye. But not until after perusing some interesting things in the parking lot. A old Model A from the looks of it, and an assortment of really cool bicycles.
There's always a collection of neat bicycles on the Monon. One thing about Broad Ripple, you can observe a six foot three inch gunblogger wearing a kilt looking at classic bikes and no one bats an eye.
But NO bike was neater than Roberta's bike. In her "I'm here because you broke something" T shirt and polka dot helmet, she was ready to rumble.
See all of you later, it was a great afternoon!