My name is Olzid and this is my family the Reeb’s. We are a part of the Lonat alien species, from the planet Zetelara. We were flying by your planet when our radar systems caught pictures of your brewery getting ready for some type of celebration. We saw the big tents and a human walking around with a green-headed alien on his back. At first glance, I thought it was my cousin Seluron roaming around your site.
After careful consideration, the family and I thought it would be a good idea to stretch out our legs and let the kids drain some of their energy levels before bedtime rolled around. The brewery was really cool. They left a wide-open spot near the south end of the build for us to park our UFO. It was a nice fenced-in spot, so we knew no one was going to go snooping around our ship.
Upon getting out of our ship, the kids immediately ran over to the fence to see all the humans throwing colored bags on to wooden boards. I was later told that this is a game human play in their leisure time called Cornhole. Rules vary for competition play and casual play. Some people like to play in the competition setting, much like what we saw that Saturday. We heard people say their home rules include a rule along the lines of you can only play if you have a beer in your hand the whole game. It seems like a recipe for making memories.
After wrangling the kids back from the fence, we walked over to the front gate and saw a sign saying Backyard Bash 2019, Storming the Gates. I felt so honored that concepts and cultures associated with beings of my kind were the focal point of the party. The family and I felt extremely welcomed. Another thing I noticed were the mass amounts of humans smiling and drinking a bubbly liquid. I was sensing excitement and happiness coming from people enjoy these drinks, so I felt like trying one.
The wife and I walked over to the beverage tent. I was pretty overwhelmed with everything I had to choose from. The liquids came in different colors, different flavors, percentages, and sizes. My wife grabbed one of the clear liquids. The humans called this liquid a Clear Coast. My wife and I shared one of those and thought it was incredible.
I also tried a couple of other drinks that the humans called a craft beer. The first one I tried was Skin that Smoke Wagon. The humans told me they smoked a bunch of cherries and used bourbon barrel-aged honey to make this Imperial Red. The next one I tried was the featured craft beer of the event. The humans called this one Storming the Gates Area 51 IPA. With it being a featured beer at the event, you could tell the brewery went all out to make something one of a kind.
The last beer I tried was the S’mores Stout. This was a dark beer. It made me look at the cigar lounge area and the bonfire and think, “damn this is where this beer is meant to be enjoyed.” The drink and the setting over there were perfect. The people over there were cool and welcoming, heard countless numbers of stories about Perrin and about the people that come here. I look back on that beer as not just a liquid, but something that’s more community-centered and inviting. It was something to enjoy with friends, laugh with, and reminisce and share stories over. It was something special.
Other than drinking those awesome brews and seeing some corn hole, the festival had mobile restaurants, earthlings making custom clothes on the spot, earthlings giving a live show, and earthlings selling beer-related items. I was really blown away at the live shows Perrin had. Kosmic Momma, Hollywood Makeout, Paradise Outlaw, Jake Kershaw, and The Hackey Turtles. I looked around at the faces of everyone watching, heads were bobbing to the beat and everyone was staring with giant smiles on their faces. You could feel the joy in the air because of the performers. The mobile restaurants brought awesome some different food styles. You could practically get whatever kind of food you felt having.
You, Earthlings, know how to party, I can tell ya’ that. We don’t have celebrations like this on my home planet very often. When we do it’s usually for a special reason like a major holiday. The Perrin Backyard Bash was an incredible experience for an outer space creature. It showed the family and I a new culture that gathers and celebrates over a cold one. Their sense of community and family at Perrin sets them apart from the rest of the pack.
So-long for now Humans,
PS: Can someone please go grab my wife’s Uncle from Area 51? We not so much worried about the limited-edition UFO you guys took. We just miss him at holiday gatherings. He always did the cooking, and none of us have learned how to cook like him.