All the pigs are all lined up - I give you all that you want - take the skin and peel it back - Now doesn't it make you feel better?

So Pigfest was this Saturday. I was hoping to get a real big posse to go, but it ended up being just me, Jesse, and Andru. This is all I knew going in:

The brewery itself is in Williamsburg, which is basically like the hipster capital of America these days. The party was held in their "yard" which is basically where their delivery trucks load up with beer from the brewery. It was a nice big space and they had it all decked out with big tents since there were predictions of rain. Luckily it didn't rain unitl way after the event was over and we were drenched only in glorious sunshine.

This pic of Andru, was actually taken at the end of the day, but it seems to introduce the general vibe best so I moved it up. All others are in order.

These guys were the real stars of the show.

There's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be at this moment. Somehow I think the pig might not share the sentiment.

This little piggy dispensed wine, but who drinks wine at a brewery party?

Left to right, Andru, Me, Jesse enjoying some of the best craft beers on earth. Brooklyn brews some serious quality. The Porter, which I've never seen anywhere else was especially good.

The barbecue guys were billed as Carolina barbecue champs and I have to say they definitely knew their business.

I'm getting hungry just looking at this again. They had an excellent hot sauce that I drenched pretty much my whole plate in. The food was great. Every bit as good as the pig roast the day before my sister's wedding in October.

Andru gets his eat on while Jesse writes in our Pigfest Journal - a minute by minute accounting of our opinions on beer, food, weather, and anything else that crossed our path. It quickly degenerated into insults and musings on pornography.

Some strange girl had her butt planted right up against our table for a minute or two as she talked to someone. Jesse was quick to snap a shot.

I wish I could remember what brought this on.

Weirdly enough we ended up talking to the strange girl later. Her name was Cathy. She was nice enough, and tried to drag me to some bar afterwards, but it wasn't really happening. Unrelated to anything, can any lady out there honestly explain what the deal is with the green eye makeup?

Brooklyn's own The Cobble Hillbillies were one of two bluegrass bands that played all afternoon. Bluegrass ain't my thing, to say the least, but it was fun and definitely felt appropriate.

We did some damage as the afternoon progressed.

Alas, the afternoon did eventually come to an end.