You know it’s finally spring when Bill’s opens their pearly gates. After storing Christmas trees for the nursery next door in the winter, the lot transforms back into Ann Arbor’s best neighborhood block party with rotating Michigan-based drafts, a sea of Canadian tuxedos, and dogs begging for scraps of assorted takeout under the table. If you aren’t one of the fortunate few who make it in during happy hour, you’ll be stuck waiting in line until the next turn at dusk. But that’s the fun of Bill’s: losing track of time and making friends with unlikely bunches.