Friday:
I got out of bed about 9:00 planning to visit a friend's jewelry store in Littleton, and meet another friend to pick up free passes for fabric-free entertainment at PT's before the 1:00 Siebel Sensory Workshop. As I was leaving the room for coffee and a smackeral my PT's connection called and said he'd bring the passes to me. He was on his way and would call when he got close. Slight change in plans, but not too bad.
I noticed the weather had turned nipply and the wimmins had their boots on. Hubba hubba. Saw Shat, Dad, JP and maybe Schuman outside a diner that I noticed the day before and figured they would serve a good breakfast. I hated to turn down an invitation to stay, but I had big plans. (Never before saw them without J - odd)
Things started to get a little off track at Starbucks. The day before I was impressed with their breakfast sammiches and lower prices than I expected. Ordered a big 'ol cup of coffee and a sausage egg and cheese sammich. After a few minutes the counter gal told me they were outof sausage but they had bacon. Fortunately for her the BN bacon controversy had not started yet so I didn't quiz her on the kind of bacon, I wanted sausage anyway - and not Canadian sausage. She told me where the closest Starbucks was and it turns out it was right around the corner from the hotel. I march down there and don't see and hot food on the menu. Sure enough, just bakery stuff. She directs me back where I came from. Having nixed that she directs me two blocks down the street to the next Starbucks. You can finish the story yourself. I walk past sammichless Starbucks #2 and go in for a refill and a lesson in their company's local offerings. I would have given me a free coffee. Corporate bitch.
I got back to the hotel just as I got the call for the meet. Two minutes latter and I have the passes.
I went up to the room to get a hoody and my keys. While there BDawg calls to ask me to lunch before the workshop and I beg off because I had big plans. A quick check of email and I'm out.
Wow, time check. Big plans aborted, BDawg's voicemail. Oh well, a couple beers at Rock Bottom, some walking around leering at boots then BDawg calls after his lunch. We head for the Workshop.
Where BDawg makes an announcement about BJCP credit:
Having had our sensors worked on we return to the hotel to gather Rhino and go to Rock Bottom for supper and to allow the line to diminish before we go back to GABF.
Once there we are suprised to find a different Vanna doing the duties of Beer Jeopardy.
Turns out she was a volunteer from the crowd.
Bevmo and Nicole from The Trappist looking fetching in matching BN attire.
Come on $400 questions!
Paydirt!
"Behind the scenes"
HopMan looking candid.
Beer works on temp-tats.
Of all nights not to wear my Utilikilt!
Rhino, Chaz, JBrew and I retire to the room to await further orders. It just so happened that Rhino had a bomber of New Glarus. Which we rapid chilled and drank.
Orders received, we head for a rendezvous at the Steward's Reception. No pictures ensued. After randomly trying a few crappy bbers I decided to get picky. Some stand outs were Magnolia's Guit, IPA and barrel aged something. A surprise was a Hefe from Michelob.
The plan at GABF was for everyone to meet up and then go to fabric-free entertainment. We ended up staying at the reception until it ended at which point it was too late for PT's. JBrew had to leave the next morning and I was bummed that we didn't get to go. JBrew - next time brotha. I have a feeling you'd make a trip to fabric-free a treat!
We leave the reception for The Twilight Zone: Denver Style. JBrew has been starving for hours, and we all could eat so when we spot an open Taco Bell / Pizza Hut, we bee-line it. My brewing brothers and sisters - I swear to Augustina Baruna - 45 minutes after ordering we all have our food. I know, if I wouldn't have been there I wouldn't believe it either. After ten minutes I stopped being pissed and was just amazed at the bizarreness of the situation.
Oh, and they got my order wrong.
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