It’s still around the corner, I know, and you’re probably going to go crazy with jealousy, but I’m going to taunt you with it anyway.
I have tickets for the upcoming Autumn Brew Review.
Thirty dollars for all the beer I can, um, taste?
I can taste a lot of beer.
The truly lovely part, of course, is that the historic Grain Belt Brewery is less than one hiccupping, singing, possibly knee-walking mile from my house.
I feel almost guilty: lagers, pilsners, ales? All for me?
I’ve put myself on a strict training regimen for the event. I patch one eye for several hours a day so as to be ready for the shift in depth perception sure to accompany the first dozen beers. I’m allowing only two visits to the bathroom per work day. I’m practicing a number of witty one-liners for the event, among them “sez you!”, “hey! don’t you owe me money?” and “you dance divinely”.
But what does one wear to an afternoon of brew reviewing? “Track shoes” leap immediately to mind. Pants, naturally. Mustn’t forget to wear a shirt.
Fall is coming, after all.
The air will be sharp and cool, the leaves turning from green to red, and the Grain Belt Brewery will loom in the distance, awaiting the happy shouts of adults with tickets to an afternoon of trying the latest beers from brewers around the nation.
Of course, it’s as much about the company as it is about the beer. Walking down the streets of your neighborhood with your friends next to you is a delicious occurrence, with or without the promise of malty, hoppy goodness waiting at your destination.
And like I say, it’s just around the corner.
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