Nothing convinces me more that my decision never to go beyond the playboy gentleman amateur beery lifestyle that I have achieved through beer blogging than spending too much time on the road convinces. That is, by the way, what was said at the beer writers panel at Beau's Oktoberfest - beer bloggers are the playboy gentleman amateurs of global beery lifestyle scene. I love it. Beats the hell out of defining what I do as "community" or other such stuff. It was quite fun turning the panel into a question and answer session but, to be honest, I was so bagged that there was no option. All beer is so tiring. How do the wage earning or private consulting pros handle it all?

I'll never know. Far better to flitter here or there when the mood chooses or life demands. Example. A trip to the Blue Tusk made yesterday complete... as if being in a six hour meeting after an hours long drive were not treat enough. But I did not have to drive for beer, see. I had to drive for work and beer was the relief at the end of a positive if detailed work day. A little Syracuse pale ale to ease people into the newness of a beer bar. Jever pilsner for the man who was just beginning. A little half of shale-like Founders Breakfast Stout for me for being so good. Today, heading home a tour of Wegmans was in order for both the cheese and the craft beer. Newness to central New York was the theme for me, apparently. The drinker newly pleased by Jever was handed a six of Victory Prima and directions to think about what it suggested and implied.

By the way, have you read what Craig wrote about the fest? And so it was.