July 31, 2008
Mark Your Calendars
Seriously? Another beer post? Sigh.
Tickets for the World Beer Festival go on sale to the general public on August 20th. $40 a ticket gets you all the beer samples you can keep down of over 300 beers. And this year’s beer fest will take place at the new Durham Bulls stadium – yep, the DBAP, not the old stadium.
Just like usual, there is an afternoon session and an evening session on October 4th. Obviously, everyone by now knows that Kristin and I always hit the afternoon session. It’s seems more about the beer and actual tasting while the evening session has more or a fraternity party feel, although I will admit to really enjoying the chorus of “whoos” every time the sound of glass bottles being poured into a recycling bin echoed across the park during the evening.
Tickets are available at Milltown, and last time they sold out before I could procure a pair for me. So after a one year hiatus, I am ready to hit the ground running and drinking. If you’re interested in the afternoon session, let me know and I’ll try to get a ticket for you when I’m at Milltown. To ensure I get my ticket, I will be there on the 20th. Oh, and give me your cash. What? Am I made out of money?
I enjoy the chance to try beers I would never try, even the ones I will never try again (Big Foot brutal hop experiment, whatever mead crap my brother gave me). I enjoyed green apple beer and blueberry, some made with maple syrup, and many that aren’t available in this area. I really enjoy Sweetwater beers, but unless I go to Asheville or Boone, I’m out of luck on all days except for the beer fest.
I will say the crowd gets to me a little more every year, but it’s mostly OK. The Durham crowd doesn’t annoy me like the Raleigh crowd did. I can’t explain this, other than maybe I was more relaxed near my home in familiar surroundings than in Capital City. And the weather can factor into one’s enjoyment – a couple years back it rained prior to us going and basically created a twelve inch layer of mud on the ground. My brother was wearing flip flops, took two steps and never saw his shoes again. They were permanently a part of the muddy terrain, and he enjoyed the rest of the tasting in bare feet.
All in all, it’s a fun experience and I’d wanted to drum up
a little interest in this year’s fun.
With any luck, I’ll see you at the DBAP drinking an array of alcoholic
goodness. I’ll be the tall, awesome
guy. Stop by and say hello.
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