beautiful day in the [bier]garden.

I’m sitting here, sharing a table with a homebrewer and a man from Yorkshire, in the biergarden at Golden City Brewery. Their discussions thus far:

– Which local breweries have worse beer than his homebrews (most of them)
– Virtues of experimenting with brewing (if it’s shite, you can just toss it)
– American vs British beer (USA! USA!)
– Beer vs lager (or fat guys vs fit guys)
– Best cycling recovery beer (agreement to do further study)

Now they are trying to figure out the best Golden-area vantage point from which to watch the USA Pro Challenge cycling race. So, I’ve tuned out a bit…

Other than my tablemates, I’ve decided that Golden either has an obscene concentration of attractive, in shape people, or all the beautiful people in Golden gather here. Or both.

I’m not used to being on my own at breweries. I’m attempting to channel my father, who is a professional people-watcher. But I kind of feel like a creeper.

As I said this weekend: never go full creeper.

It’s good, though, to have some time in my own brain, but not all by myself (yes, I totally sang that in my head).

And as I write that, the Bearded Brewer pokes his head out of the brewhouse like some boozy Puxatawny Phil and calls me back. Time to go.

Have a great Tuesday. After all, at least it’s not Monday.

Cheers.

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weekend wanderlust august 8th.

Feeling a bit under the weather today after eating some suspicious spicy red hots (the meat, not the candy) last night, but still managed to get some housework done and I actually remembered to write today’s post!

I also want to wish one of the craziest beer geeks I know a happy birthday. The Jockey (or, in his winter form, Honest Abe) is loud, obnoxious, and knows a good beer when he sees one. He’s good people.

This is one of the (blessedly) slower summer weekends when it comes to festivals in Colorado, and without any brewery openings, I plan on doing some non-beer-related stuff. So that means you’ll need to make up for my slacking!

Trouble I am getting into this weekend

August 9th

I believe the Bearded Brewer (who has requested that we find a new name for him as this one is WAY too generic considering the industry, expect a poll at a later date) will be up camping in the High Country with friends. I have opted out of this activity for my sanity, so I will be flying solo on Saturday. As a result, I have no flippin’ clue what I will be doing. Housework? Watching TV in my pajamas? Visiting some Front Range breweries?

Clearly, I am open to suggestions.

August 10th

Fermentation Fest! This is one of our favorite festivals of the year as it combines breweries with a slew of fermented foods from sauerkraut to cheese. My favorite goody last year was sauerkraut juice (yep!) which was so fantastically good that I’m pretty sure I’m still partially pickled. Watch their video from last year and you may spot a familiar face or two…

Other things going on that sound fun as crap

Chain Reaction Brewing is having yoga and beer on Sunday morning from 10:45am-11:45am. $15 gets you the class and a pint. Now, beer and yoga is a traditional combination here in Colorado, so if you are so inclined, I highly recommend hitting them up. If only more breweries would recognize that beer drinkers don’t always want to get up by 9am on a sleep-in day, like Chain Reaction has. If you’re interested, email zack@chainreactionbrewing.com to reserve your spot.

Winter Park Beer Fest. Honestly, this was in the running for Saturday, but I would hate to go solo (it’s just not as much fun). 30 breweries, music, and you get to escape from the city heat. Unfortunately, it’s out on the asphalt (note to festival organizers: parking lot fests suck hop resin), but it still looks like a good time.

Go forth and wander!

sucky sucky suck suck.

Today at the Day Job was a veritable nightmare. When your customer base numbers in the hundreds of thousands, even a small thing going wrong can be a nightmare. When your entire system goes down on the busiest day of the year – that’s Armageddon. Firey, explosive, putrid Armageddon. But, the upside is, tomorrow is likely to be much, much worse (until I get to go to Guardians of the Galaxy at the Alamo with my friends – at which point it had better be the best damn day ever!)

But enough about that. The Day Job has nothing to do with beer, and we are here for the beer, amirite!?

I know that I have been a massive slacker in posting. Not only have I missed two subsequent weeks of “Weekend Wanderlust”, but I have not done my write-up of Brewer’s Brewers’ Brewers Rendezvous nor of our trip around the state in celebration of me seemingly having survived yet another year. I suck. I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad blogger. I could blame it on so many things: Day Job stress, difficulty blogging from my HTC One, too much beer, pant squirrel racing addiction, Pinterest, closing on the house, Facebook, general suckiness, all of the above. But that’s only part of the story. The truth is, I’m lazy. I am one of those people who is honestly and truly lazy. You would never guess it by my unquenchable desire to travel and experience everything good and weird and tasty in life, but I am just a sloth hidden in chubby ladieswear.

I also noticed that a disproportionate number of my posts are about me writing posts. To which you might respond “How meta!” or “Please stop you boring, boring wench.” To which I might respond “You’re a tool!” or “You, sir/ma’am, could not be more correct!” And thus, my self hatred is enhanced ever-so-slightly more.

But still, I have so many stories to tell. So much to share. I just need to get my shit together and do it. Therefore, please watch for the following posts by the end of the month:

  • Weekend Wanderlust August 8, 15, 22
  • Brewers Rendezvous Recap or Why Too Tall Has Taken Honors More Times Than Anyone
  • Birthday Weekend Rambling
  • Steinley Cup (and why you need to be attending)

See!? See!? That’s six whole posts before the end of August. If the Day Job doesn’t kill me. Which it still might.

All I know is that I’m ready for a beer and a walk and more beer and possibly eating a hamburger with bacon, a fried egg, and two grilled cheese sandwiches for a bun. But mostly beer.

Here’s to surviving.