On Friday, I went to the Brooklyn Brewery in Williamsburg. It was on my list of things to do before I leave New York. You can’t go wrong with 6 beers for $20. In my mind I irrationally imagined it would be a low-key happy hour, a “beer-tasting,” if you will. I have no idea where that image came from. It was more like a TH party, in Vassar parlance. It was super loud, crowded, and soon we too were possessively clutching our multiple cups of beer, elbows out so as to protect against a spill. The brewery only serves beer, so people order pizza to be delivered, and there are constant streams of delivery men with their giant red padded envelopes coming in and out. It was a good time.