There’s always a price to pay

My Saturday started like so may others… Playing board games and drinking beer at a twice-a-month event: Booze & Boards. This event takes place in the best possible venue, a bar called The Geek Easy that’s located in the back of A Comic Shop in Orlando, FL. Aside from the awesome people that I hang out with, one of the perks of the event is that The Geek Easy is really good about bringing in new beer at reasonable prices so that I can usually find something there to add to the collection. The only new beer they had this week was Terrapin Mosaic. Normally rye beers and IPAs are not styles I particularly enjoy, and a beer that is both is a big gamble. Turned out it wasn’t too bad so I was able to add a can to the collection (go me). 

This was all well and good, but not much of a story. However, one of my friends then said that they were going to have to leave early so they could go to a Star Wars art event at The Hourglass Brewery about 20 minutes away. A what at the where now? How did this get by me? Star Wars and beer? I would have felt bad about ditching the board game event early but my friends are all so awesome that we all decided to ditch early for the Star Wars event just so that none of the other people would feel bad (we’re all pretty selfless like that). 

A quick 20 minute drive later I found myself at Houglass Brewing ready to see some art and find a new beer. Somehow, There always seems to be a price to pay when something is really worth getting. Turns out the place was packed as I’ve never seen it packed before. 

 Unfortunately, I’m quite crowd aversive and it took all I had to not turn around and walk right back out the door. I took a long gander at the Star Wars art work 
 Looked at a few tables of prints, gritted my teeth and waited on line for a drink. The only beers they had in bottles were great big 25.4 oz bourbon barrel aged items for $20 each. Not only is that expensive, but if I’m launching myself into drinking a high alcohol (8.4% ABV) large beer I’m also signing on to stay somewhere long enough to process that alcohol. I wasn’t sure just how I was going to manage all of this when my friend Angela saved the day by finding us a table at a somewhat quieter taco place, Wako Taco, next door. Food and a harbor from the madness were all I needed. I got myself a fantastic autumn ale brewed with butternut squash and aged in a bourbon barrel, Nut Squasher.   
Then I got a delicious chimichanga from a place cool enough to have a Deadpool chimichanga truck on the counter.  

 I ate, drank, and was merry with a great group of people in a great place. All told that’s really what it’s all about. 

Author: UsedHair

I am a labeorphilist (one who collects beer bottles) looking to discuss the adventures often involved in obtaining the bottles and the challenges that accompany the hobby.

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