GABF brewers' diaries
Denver - Sept. 23
Made it in to Denver without to much trouble. Plane was actually early
and the flight was quick. Painless. Of course after picking up my
rental car traffic grinds to a snails pace.... I make it to judges
orientation and see many familiar faces ... all is good.
After many well wishes and hands to shake I decide that my urge for beer
is overwhelming. I retreat to the Blake Street Tavern,
on the premise of the Flying Dog brewery. This place has been several
different names Tony's, some sort of sports bar and now Blake Street. I
just want Tire Biter ... I'm in luck it's the 'Dog of the Day'. Just
$2.00. I find solice in my pints and I unwind. I'm here and soon the
process Bill Ryan and I started back in May will soon culminate in
success or failure.
I check into the Marriott Residence Inn, my headquarters in Denver 7
years running. I get sort of obsessed with not trying to break from
tradition for fear of screwing with karma. Come to find out I've been
doing it all along.