Michigan Summer Beer Festival

. July 27, 2015.
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The line outside of Saturday's sold-out Beer extravaganza extended all the way through Ypsilanti's Depot Town for the eager beer patrons, excited to taste as many beers as their alcohol tolerance would allow.

 

What goes best with beer? Music! Eccentric tunes filled the air, like this trio that took a hip-hop take on the bagpipes.

 

Arbor Brewing Company was there filling up cups. Volunteers at the booth of Ann Arbor's "favorite" local brewery proudly pour for the attendees. The woman on the left has a sweet tooth, and said her favorite beer of the day was a "Blueberry Pancake MIlkshake Stout" from Rochester Hills Brewing Company.

 

What are you drinking? 

Jenna is drinking Perrin Brewing Company's Grapefruit IPA.

 

How drunk are you on a scale of one to ten?

Billy, a volunteer coordinator for the festival, says "it's hard to tell at this point, heat stroke and drunkenness have very similar symptoms."

 

The traditional necklaces worn by beer fest regulars is made of pretzel, cheese, and meat charms. This cleanses your pallet for the next taste of brew, and possibly helps with sobriety (or is that a myth?).

 

You thought jenga was hard enough, try it with a beer in your hand (and beer goggles on your face).

 

After a long day of drinking, these guys are finally ready to stand and wait in the long line outside of Short's Brewing Company; a favorite of the fest.

 

Don't miss your chance next year!

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