I’ve come to realize that I’m not great at documenting my beer travels. I want to experience everything, rather than constantly take pictures and jot down notes, which really kills the mood. Also, I don’t have the discipline to sit in my hotel with my morning hangover and blog about the previous day’s adventures. I have respect for writers who go out and really enjoy themselves, and then turn around a blog post early the next day. I wish I could do that.
My experience at SF Beer Week was mostly great. I drank some amazing beer, attended my first beer dinner, met some cool people and got to spend time with friends. The Firestone Walker/Homebrew Chef dinner and the Russian River beers with the Brouwer’s/Bottleworks crew at Toronado was a definite high point. I also braved the Toronado Barleywine Fest and made time for The Celebrator Best of the West Fest, an open house at Speakeasy and Strong Beer Month at Magnolia/ 21st Amendment. And that was just the Beer Week stuff. There were also trips to Tommy’s Tequila, the Hyde-Out and Golden Boy Pizza. Nothing personal Seattle, but I miss living in SF.
The downside were the beer douches. Everyone knows how I hate them, and the events were full of them. These were the “industry people,” mostly us media folk, who split 50/50 between the friendly and the standoffish and pompous. While these assholes didn’t completely kill my desire to continue blogging, it did make me question why I write about beer and what I hope to accomplish. I want to take writing more seriously, but I fear it might lead to a place where I don’t want to be.