Here we are again - another first Friday and another beery topic to talk about in The Session. Generally, I am a very cheery person. One who never finds any issue with anything. I look to the sunny side. I really do. I am so great. But beer fests bug the hell out of me. And here is why:
- I can't get to any. I have a family and obligations and stuff and live in a part of the world that has no beer fests. I have only been to one. I hate that.
- The one I did get to was a real revelation. It was filled with people who weren't getting legless, who were discussing beer and having a great time in a safe and community focused manner supporting local craft beer, food and other products and the great people who make them. Now that I have seen one of these I know that I am really missing out and I know that there is a gaping hole in my community. Damn you, beer fests.
- When I read about beer fests others like Paul go to, I realize there is a fantastic array of the rarest or even fest special beers that I will never have a chance to try, let alone have access to all in one safe and pleasant environment. I have to scrimpt and save and research and travel long distances to find my special brews for home consumption. If it wasn't for beer fests, I would not understand how sad and isolated my life with beer is. Thanks for making me miserable, beer fests.
- Lew says beer fests have jumped the shark, that they aren't what they used to be. Great. I've even missed the good years. $%(&@ You Beer Fests!
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