Roughly 1/6th of this weekend was spent busting out the Randy 'Macho Man' Savage voice in reference to Extreme Beer Festival.
Notice the amount of money in my wallet. Coincidentally, it is the exact amount necessary to purchase a walk to the bus stop.
The line (again).
The venue looked 100x better during the day. For one, they jettisoned the hand-written signs and let the brewers actually put up their own works.
The one bad pour we got. (Is that you in the button-up, Pat Lynch?)
Founders, brewers of the Kentucky Breakfast Stout, pretty much summed it up.
"You only have one tongue... don't f#@# it up drinking junky beer"
The dude from the Ithaca station knew about the Rongovian Embassy. Word.
Calling this "macaroni & cheese" is akin to calling Game 7 of the World Series "a baseball game".
The only person at the event with enough courage to represent the Vinny Testaverde era in Tampa Bay:
There are, indeed.
Up next: I'm going to start a wordless blog entitled "Pictures of People Taking Pictures".
You can't see him clearly, but the guy on the left, with the beer mug of a hat, throwing up the peace sign, was one of the true oddities at the show.
At about 4:00, the sun started going down.
Which of course melts craft brewers right in their shoes.
The Citgo sign is a lot cooler when you are in a cab, wasted after a beer festival, than when you are walking out Fenway. (Provided you are a Yankees fan)
There is another Character Collage coming down the pipeline, but it won't be up 'til sometime tomorrow, quite possibly after I get back to the cityadfafkjadnfmdaldfyalsdkjfhasdfal...
/passes out on the keyboard.
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