1st Presidential Report
 
 You may be seated....
 
 Due to the unavailability of our personal scribe, the duty must fall on
 the shoulders of your President. Although you all know that I want to do
 no work....just the title and honor bestowed upon a president are enough
 for me.
 
 The evening started off a little Jerky, thanks to George, The President
 of Vice. A co-worker supplied a sample of Jerky, which, needless to say
 was on the, uhhmmm, "spicey side". The cool down period lasted a
 documented 15 minutes.
 
 There were many beers to sample. A Belgium something from Steve as well
 as his MaiBock, which received a comment of "a bit fruity". I recall a
 bottle of "Kitchen Sink" from George <and that's where it went>.
 Needless to say, some things age better then others, look at Brian.
 Larry had a couple of bottles of brew which of course, were tasty. We
 brought a bottle of German Pilsner made from the yeast from The Rauthaas
 and we also brought our Hard Cider. Everyone cheered and threw money
 when they tasted our beer.
 
 The highlight of the evening (besides the Buddy Guy CD & the traditional
 crab fights) had to be the beer judging. Our 4 judges, Dan, George, Ken
 and Larry were up to the task of judging the Brown Ales. One was a
 bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale and one supplied by George, Larry and Bim.
 And of course, I had to perform my Presidential duties and dish out the
 rules and make sure they weren't cheating. With a $25,000 prize on the
 line, tension was high. Our experts placed their scores carefully on the
 pre-made scoring sheets which I spent hours to prepare. The first place
 beer was....Newcastle, and how the other entries placed is unimportant.
 The act of competing is reward enough...But...second place went to
 Bim...third to Larry...and...the worst beer in the category
 was....George's....Ooooppps, I mean 4th place was George. Poor George!
 
 A bit of air hockey was played, Rick talked about his crabs (poor
 fellow), Steve (we can't forget him) tried to pick up Rick's daughter's
 friends and Ken would not allow us to have our next meeting on a Sunday
 morning at his church. I think that put the fear of God in him. We ate
 and drank some more and then all headed home.
 
 Jeff, you had better be at the next meeting. I need a raise.
 
 Betty
 Your President