Most of my friends who know me know that I’m not much of a beer drinker so for me to go to the Beer, Bourbon + BBQ festival was kind of a big deal. To celebrate this momentous occasion we went big- VIP tickets. Go big or go home! Having VIP tickets meant you could gain access to the Beer, Bourbon + BBQ Festival at noon, which meant we had two extra hours to get a head start on drinking before it opened up to rest of attendees at 2pm. Let’s just say I was there for a solid six hours. Six hours of drinking, six hours of getting sunburned, and six hours of pure fun.
I learned to things in attending the Beer, Bourbon + BBQ Festival:
- I love pumpkin ale.
- I hate bourbon.
One of the guys that went with us pretty much peer pressured me into drinking some of the bourbon. Yes, at the age of 31 I was peer pressured. Regardless, I did not celebrate drinking bourbon. Had it been mixed with Ginger Ale, I probably would have handled it better than making a hideous face whenever I tried to drink it straight up. As I’m typing this, I’m cringing at the thought of drinking bourbon. Did I mention it was hot as all get out? Hot bourbon, y’all. Ick!
By the time the festival opened up to the rest of the ticket holders at 2pm, I couldn’t feel my brain. (Not being able to feel my brain = being tipsy). The rest of the day was a bit of a haze, due to the heat and alcohol consumption…. and no I did not get white girl wasted where I couldn’t remember the rest of the day. Although I did discover I had bought an $8 jar of jelly. That’s correct, an $8 jar of jelly.
That’s what happens when you drink all day, you go home with high-end jelly.
I’m going to leave with you one last photo. Don’t be like this guy who passed out beside the trashcan, otherwise someone like myself will come along and snap some pictures of you.
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