And so ends the epic week of Great American Beer Festival.
I really don’t know how to describe my experience. People that I spent time with last week share this sentiment. If you haven’t been to a week long conference or festival about a topic you’re truly passionate about, with people who are equally obsessed, in an small industry of amazing individuals, well, I just don’t know what to say.
As one friend so eloquently suggested: Amazeballs.
But I’ll try to at least sum up what happened.
The following is a recap of the ridiculousness that was last week. It is not intended to portray what a sane person’s experience might be like, nor does it constitute any sort of recommendation on how to lead your life.
And some parts have been left out to protect the guilty.
My normal days are spent writing code for an awesome website based in Denver. Our offices are a block from Falling Rock, the bar that has a countdown clock for GABF and a tapping party to kick off the week every year. A block.
I try not to look at Twitter during the day, but I mistakenly opened it on Monday. And saw people start arriving. And drinking. A block from me.
After kickball, it was back to Falling Rock for some more tastiness. The place was already starting to fill up with beer geeks. We met some of the people who organize the entire festival, and I plan to interview one and find out just what goes in to pouring that much beer for that many people.
And after another bar with the kickball team, it was back to Falling Rock.
City O’ City held a homebrew competition, in which my roommate and I entered our blonde ale. Turns out a bunch of our bottles went and got all oxidized, so we didn’t do so well. But it was super fun, and the people there were amazing. Left Hand took over the place and had a bunch of beers on tap. It was great going back and forth between homebrews and Left Hand.
A few of us moved on from City O’ with the intent of walking to Cheeky Monk to meet up with the infamous Beer Wench and the lovely Art of Beer. Of course, we made a pit stop at Uptown Brothers Brewing, one of the many new beer bars in Denver. The tap list had enough to entertain us.
Cheeky Monk was a party. It was packed, The Railbenders were rocking, and the beer was flowing. Oh, and the variety of mussels filled us up.
Being an intelligent college graduate (yes I see the humor in this statement), I opted to take Thursday and Friday off of work. Wednesday being my Friday last week, I immediately celebrated the weekend with a trip to Great Divide. They created a beer lounge in their parking lot, complete with satellite bars and food, and some absolutely wonderful new merchandise. The fun people from The Hop Man were there, and helped us start off the night.
I had to make an airport run later in the night, so one beer here, and one beer only. Hooray for 4 ounce tasters!
The aforementioned Art of Beer’s birthday happened to be on Wednesday. This girl knows how to share beer. She, with the incredible Dr. Bill by her side, hosted a few friends downstairs at Falling Rock, with incredible beer for all.
After a quick trip to the airport to retrieve Ms. Sarah Huska of Cicerone fame, and an incredibly hilarious yet somewhat frightening cab ride – it included stories of transvestites and shoes being used as weapons – it was back to Falling Rock. This time Shmaltz Brewing were celebrating their Bar Mitvah.
And then it was time for bed.
Thursday and the sessions after the intermission.
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