I spent Sunday with the Adopted Kid Sister, going around breweries in Ballard and trying to drink away the weekend.
We mostly succeeded.
Lots of the conversation was about GABF because I guess for me as an experienced hand, it’s a big event but it’s nothing that’s unmanageable, and over time we’ve come up with a game plan that seems to work pretty well in terms of not making us steal taxidermy, but still lets us drink as much beer as our stomachs can hold (or more). And I don’t think it registers to me, any more, the scale of this event, even at its current reduced capacity.
Her first estimation on how many breweries were there: A hundred? Oh my sweet child.
I feel like our “plus ones” have been very hit-and-miss in terms of success or failure. Russ and I broke Michael so hard that when we went to Epic post-Saturday session, he flat out refused to drink any more beer. (Granted, we actually did a third beer fest, Friday during the day, then did Friday night and Saturday day, so that might have been too concentrated.) Canadian Russ took to it like a champ but let’s be fair, I believe he could outdrink all of us combined. Frank I remember being a big puss by the end of it. (Might have been some other fest?) And M gives up by hour two and starts attending the Great American French Fry Fest. But I thought Jake did pretty well all things told, even though he cheated with a nurse sister and a drip bag.
Felt weird to miss it last year. I’ve locked it onto the schedule this year, even though I think I’ll only be able to do the Thursday session, because October is getting very very packed now, and some things have to bend to make sure we hit the big target, which is Oaxaca for Dia De Muerte (a future blog entry to be sure) and our 31st wedding anniversary.
(Girl is a fan of Halloween, what can I say.)
Anyways, Adopted Kid Sister swears one year she’ll come and do it, and then we’ll have to decide, are we playing “Have You Met Brad?” or
Have you met Nova?
(Or both?)