Monday, April 9, 2012
It's Beer O' Clock Somewhere.
Upon my return from L.A., I was a bit anxious and wishing my vacation lasted a touch longer. I figured an impromptu trip to visit Brutally Honest Brewing at Acre would calm the nerves.
Instead, we went down to the dungeon where I got to sort of docudrink the process of replacing almost 20 lines of 3 Floyd's beer. Seeing all of these blood vessels going into kegs isn't too calming.
Canadian beer to the rescue. Does everything Canadian have to be so weird? At least the effect of alcohol is the same everywhere in the world.
Seeing this calms the nerves as well. It also makes me want to break open every one of these and shower myself with them ala flashdance on a futon.
In true whiteboy fashion, Chris wears limited edition Dave Matthews open toed Birkenstocks when changing kegs in the keg fridge. That one big toe looks retarded.
Acre has a lot of gems in their keg storage room including this keg of deliciousness waiting to be turned into urine.
I won't lie, my penis sort of moved a little after seeing this completed. I also couldn't feel my banana skin toned face.
Wasn't even close. I think we matched two numbers. Oh well, at least internet porn is still free.
Food highlight for this post is the homie Skillet's home made bacon. Smoked perfectly, just sweet enough and with enough bite that'll make you want to wear bacon boxer briefs. This is how God would eat his bacon.
Re did the big board at Goose Clybourn and made the goose a depressed American. The carrots look good at least.
Fit a wall in as well. Tried some new trendy graffiti things for fun and ended up with a spaghetti style mess.
Just trying to fit in yo.
Brew Springsteen day. I'm running on empty at this point.
Despite how many dudes that are in this shot, there were equal if not more girls with plaid shirts and beards.
I'm really glad I limited the capacity on this one considering how many people there were for the last one. Believe it or not, this was pretty comfortable.
Bathroom line on the other hand...I don't think you can ever escape bathroom lines when beer is involved. I was impressed by how well the group of strangers orderly zig zagged themselves. 'To check out the full set of flicks click here.
This night ended drunkenly by watching a lot of spaghetti fly in the air. It was disturbingly erotic at the same time nauseating.
Gotta give props to my staff for making Brew Springsteen such a success, no matter how drunk they got, they handled all the dirty stuff and did they damn thang. I want to thank all the brewers and people that came out and supported another great beer event. Gotta give props to Tommy Gunz for the awesome pics. Sleep will come soon.