My birthday present was tickets to the GABF. We drink a lot of beer, we brew and we love good food. So we splurged for the paired tickets, which (a) gives you good food options and (b) gets you to a less ridiculously crowded part of the festival.
John Tesar of Top Chef… I’m gonna go with infamy… was there.
We had a bunch of good beer. And some not so good. But the Stone Farking Wheaton Wootstout was lovely as usual.
And they had silliness that made me think of my friend Daniel.
We didn’t get drunk. We aren’t (as of yet) hung over. So I count it a success. Although the chirpy pop culture references announcing the floors in the hotel were a bit much before coffee.