Nope. The wife walked around and picked shit out while the kids were on the ropes course. Daddy sat alone at a table in the food court (below the course) and smashed down 2 pitchers til my wife got back
I'm waiting for this crazy thunderstorm to pass, so that I can start grilling. This is a HB Russian imperial stout I brewed last Winter. It pours like motor oil, but tastes like a super roasty and slightly sweet french press coffee.