September 9, 2010

• brew fest!

   Some photos from the brewfest this past weekend:

  

  

  We decided to take a group photo before we all started drinking.  I'm the dork in the yellow 2009 Brewfest hat.  Yes, I did think I was cooler than everyone because I had last year's hat.

  

  This year, they didn't have all the stickers and swag that they usually do.  To compensate, I took a lot of beer photos.

  
  This Limited release Woodchuck is amazing.  Life-changing even.  Too bad I cannot find it in any stores around here.  If you have an opportunity to get this-- do it!

  

  

  not too bad for a fruity beer actually.  I was surprised.  It was perfect for the hot, hot weather.

  
  Always a great beer quote for the t-shirts.

  

  I don't know these people.  They let me take a picture because I promised myself to remember to make these pretzel necklaces next year. 

  
  I DO like a Belgian style beer.  But IPAs are my favorite.

  
  Cool pirate swag at the Laugunitas stand.

   
  Dogfish Head bringing it with four flavors! whhoohooo.

  

  what it is like to be me at brew fest

  
  I DO appreciate a fancy bottle

    
  We went to this brewery/restaurant for dinner afterward too.  I love it!

     I'm not sure how I missed getting a shot of this, but I was VERY happy to see my old friend there.  This has fueled much fun in St. Patrick's Days of 'yor in Molly McPherson's, Savannah, GA.  (yor = 2007 and 2009)

  
  so.... this is what I look like when I laugh.

  
  The 'after' slightly drunken group shot.
  
  Let it be known that justgotspaid is pretty much a straight-edge non-participant when it comes to fun things like tattoos, riding in open-air transportation and mood-altering chemicals.  However, the transportative properties of hops are fine by me.  Definitely my drug of choice.  After I lost count of how many servings of hop-laden IPA I had, I was in some sort of happy place that is hard to find.  I think I even started to believe in the goodness of humankind and held onto some sort of optimistic hope for us all at some point.  It was amazing. 
  
  This hoppy-optimism blossomed into a love for all and life itself.  When I suddenly remembered my mortality, a wave of sweet sadness washed over me.  Sad that I would have to leave all these beerfests behind someday.  I got a drunk text to myself at my work address that read, "
  

  Sometimes i just want to remember everyone like this. so happy. i will die. what will everyone look like when they hear the news? will they remem...." then it cuts off.
  
  Seriously, what is wrong with me?  Maybe I should limit how much I drink. 
  
  nah
  

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