My feet may never forgive me. I did 2 shifts at Brewfest instead of the one I signed up for, which means I was there from 12:30 until 10:30. I stopped to have dinner after my first shift but went back becuase they were really short handed. I didn't have to, but the afternoon shift was so fun, I figured the evening shift would be to. Funny how many of my theories do not pan out when I think they would.
The afternoon shift was fun. The crowd was good and since it was rainy it was more crowded than I thought it would be. The people were just fun. I was flirted with several times. One guy came up and was like "I was eyeing you several times and I knew I just had to come over." For me or the booze, hard to tell. ;) We bantered for a moment then weird awkward silence then he said he'd be back. He didn't come back, but that's okay. Also... I will never ever support camera phones as a possession! Some random stranger took my photo. He showed it to me briefly then scuttled off with his friends. I'm a little horrified by this. Ok I'm a lot horrifed actually. That's never acceptable behavior. And by the time it really registered what had happened he was gone. And yeah yeah, it was just a picture and I'm not aborigone and he didn't steal my soul or anything, but I am not fond of the idea... The rest of the afternoon passed fairly well. I chatted with some nice folks. There were 2 guys working the booth who had a similar idea to mine. They were volunteering to meet chicks. They had the really brilliant idea of volunteering to man a cider booth because "Chick's like cider." hee...
The evening shift had a more rowdyish crowd. It was still fun, and there were plenty of fun to look at guys, but there was just a different vibe. I changed breweries after my first shift and my dinner. And about halfway through my second shift, I changed again. My first brewery was Rock Bottom. They had a Fire Chief's red ale that was very popular. The 2nd one I was at was for Grant's Ales. (For the record their site was ridiculously difficult to find). They had an IPA called Hopzilla that is just chock full o' hops. Finally I was at Pike Brewery. Here are the random beer things I've learned. A warm keg pours like shit. It is all foamy and a bitch to pour. Hops are bitter. Hopzilla is obnoxiously bitter. Ok that may be all the things I can remember because it is after midnight and I'm tired now. I hope you all sleep well, wherever you are.
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Hopefully you didn't decide that this marathon on your feet would be a good time to break in those new shoes....if so, you have my pity.
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