I really loved going to GABF. It was a time that I hope to experience again, and Jim and I have learned some lessons about when to go and what to do, etc, but when Sunday morning rolls around it is time to pack up and go home. Jim and I went on Friday, and had a great time at the Rare Beer Tasting put on by Pints for Prostates and absolutely fell in love with the Bourbon County Brand Coffee Stout which was just an amazing brew. We had several others that were very good as well, there really wasn’t a dog in the bunch!
Then we went to the event that night and it was huge, and crazy and loud and tiring, but FUN! That was the overall impression, it was just fun. We were exhausted by the end of Friday night and fell fast asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow. Then Saturday was a blast too. We got up , went to breakfast at a really cool place, The Delectable Egg, then chilled in the room a little to kind of recover from Friday. I got to watch a little college football with my little brother, then we did a podcast. Later that afternoon we met up with a cousin and his wife and had a great time visiting and catching up at Great Divide Brewery.
That evening we went back to the venue and had members passes which cut down the wait to get in…awesome, and continued where we left off. Saturday night was really a party atmosphere and we got in on some great brews. We happened to be at the Sam Adams booth when they tapped a keg of 2009 Utopias! WOW! What an amazing brew. It was 27 percent and tasted more like a sweet cherry brandy than a beer, but it was an amazing elixir.
What absolutely struck me as a little pathetic was some of the traffic on Twitter and Facebook on Sunday…
There were numerous postings by people proclaiming that GABF is NOT OVER! That the party continued and they were in the center of it, and where were you, and all the cool kids are here, blah blah bla blah. So GABF was a great time, but it was over and these people just didn’t want to let go. It reminded me of the guy at the party at 3:00am that won’t go home. You cross a line of fun and revelry to a place of pathetic hanging on.
I suppose it is inevitable that some people just want the party to keep going, but everything comes to a close and I think it is good to know that and move on. Maybe I’m just a party pooper but if you don’t move on, it seems that the entirety of the experience is diminished. So it was great, but it also ended. Now I have next years to look forward to and trying to convince my wife I need to do it again! We’ll see, but in the meantime I don’t want to lessen the experience by trying to pretend it is still going on. What do you think? Am I wrong? Should I just be happy that those people got to extend the party? Am I Jealous? Give us your thoughts in the comments.