Having a Sam Adams with, among others, PZ Myers of Pharyngula, which, I learned this evening, is pronounced Fair-RING-gyoo-la. I'm not allowed to tell you he's not as cranky as he lets on, so I won't.
We're here at the behest of Americans United for the Separation of Church and State (well worth the click, imho). But separation of church and state does not mean that thinking Christians and cantankerous atheists can't get together for some great conversation and a beer.
My room has a fainting couch. And I don't have to ask anyone "do you have to go potty?" for three solid days. Makes me feel all vampy, doncha know.
Ha. Photos by D-Cup of Politits, who's all that. Thanks to BAC of Yikes, too, who has done so much to make this weekend possible.