Friday Country Mouse and Jaunty Mouse headed to the Big Apple to see City Mouse and Trans Mouse. The drive went well a bit of rain. We were there and a bottle of Witte was opened. We headed up to 111 th and hit a brewpub for a light,well not so light dinner and a couple beers. Young ,loud and crowded. This could be the theme for the weekend. We also went to the historical site of that first Big Ol Mo' uprising. The Stonewall,had a Bluemoon then off to the Blind Tiger for a night cap.

Saturday found us heading to French Roast for breakfast. Let the Journey begin. Eggs Benedict for me. Very nice ,Good coffee flowed and of we went. Jaunty mouse wanted to see the Brooklyn Bridge. So we went and walked across it. Always a sight to see even in the rain. Coffee was "working" and the mice needed shelter. Ahhh, comfort food was found and we headed back to Broadway to see Hair. Gaggles of B.O.B's filled the theater. People of all ages were there. We were in the third row. Let the show begin. I'd seen it in the park in the summer and was curious to see it on stage. The music was great. The message still applies and the energy was high. Just like the 60's. At the end City mouse and Country mouse got up on stage and danced with each other. That was fun. The stage flooded with people and all were having a great time. Megan did a great job. The Buddhist part cracked me up.

Trans Mouse wanted to to go Williamsburg to see the regentrification (or maybe just look at young hipsters.) He'd picked out a few bars for us. Starting will the Alligator lounge. Pretty cool place. You get a personal pan size wood fired pizza with each drink. Good tap selection. I went for a Widmers hefeweizen. We were in the "Land of Pixie Fixies and PBR's ". But you wouldn't know it. Not a PBR in sight. The beer maven was a Betty Page girl. Which I find very cool. He was friendly and pointed us to TM's next bar the http://www.spuytenduyvilnyc.com/ the Spuyten Duyvil. This place was easy to miss. Then inside it was like they'd bought a pawn shop and added taps. Another Belgian hefe graced our lips and CM got a pickle plate. No recession in Billyburg here. Eight bucks for carefully weighed out pickles. Again not a PBR in sight. I have some Pyrex I could sell them too. The bartender here was jerk. No tip for you. After reading that this was rated the number one beer bar. I didn't agree. Sure they had a zillion expensive bottles but who really drops 9-75 dollars for a bottle of beer. I didn't agree with their reviews at all. So we moved on to Barcade(http://www.barcadebrooklyn.com/) another recommendo from the Alligator girl. Down a dark alley we strode. City Mouse was a bit worried about this leg. But a block later there it was. They had lots of "old school" video games. A superb line of taps and friendly bartender. Country Mouse and City Mouse had a casked Hop Wallow by Victory. JM had a red ale. He then told us if you're drinking beer you have to go to

Radegast Hall Beer Garden, http://www.radegasthall.com/index.php. Well we wended our way to and fro and couldn't find it. Ask the hipsters I did. Hmmm. no luck. Ask the next group. Bingo. This place was like going back in time on the one side. I almost expected knights in armor to be sitting at the tables or at least Viking. We found three feet of seats and slid in. Chatted up the kids and ordered beers. City and Trans went off in search of brats. This was the best beer of the night in my opinion(even after the five others) Blanche de Bruxelles Witbie. They served them in liter or half liter. The brats came back and one looked like a "burnt penis",this is and old joke from the MX days. A friends mom always cooked, rather charred everything and put it in a cooler for us to eat. "Burnt Penis" was a regular on her menu. I'd ordered a couple pretzels too. Turns out two of the guys played in a band called.

http://www.myspace.com/meshachjackson Meshach Jackson

One was a lawyer, T mouse was enamored and the female was a photographer. As always we had fun chatting with those around us. Time for the creepy old guys to head home. This moniker came from a XM radio. A comedy bit about old guys at concerts. Since we were in Hipster Central. We used the ruse we were looking for our kids. Not really. The title comes from a sign in front of restaurant. The pic of Karl eats Dick was in the mens room at the last place we were. But no one has proof.

Enjoy life. Ride your bike, respect your friends. Love someone OGQ