Updated on October 25, 2016
Birthday Cheer and a Year of Beer.
It’s my birthday today. And since I missed Schoonerversity’s birthday (it was sometime in June, I think), I figured I’d do a little post on my actual birthday. A glance back at beer over the last year.
Like that time I went with a mate to bravely drink all those sour beers even though I’m not a sour drinker and we all described one of the beers as ‘wet dog/sock’. (And for some reason, from some of the people there, that was a good thing.)
Or that time I first wore the Captain’s hat as Schoonerversity, and watched people riding kegs in the water at the BrewsVegas Pool Party.
(Or the time Nick introduced me to Dirty Bastard in the first place!)
That time I finally got to try Red Bellied Black (by Bacchus Brewing), after my friend Stu has been telling me about it for years, just waiting for it to be available again. Spoiler: It’s a freaking incredible beer.
What about that time we won beer trivia at Mr Edwards?
…which ended up giving us the starter kit for the inaugural Beerunch.
That time we went on a city-wide bar crawl with Brews and Bacon, and EVERY OTHER beer blogger in Brisbane.
That time we hung out with Dennis and Grant from Modus Operandi. Twice. (They knew I was only using them for their delicious Former Tenant, but they couldn’t help it.)
That time we had Black Dog Coffee Brown Ale, coffee, and hash browns for breakfast.
That time I ‘helped’ with some brewing at Newstead Brewing Co while wearing thongs (if you’re some kind of government person reading this, I am lying—Newstead always holds to safe and responsible practices when they let ring-ins touch their big shiny equipment).
That time I finally found a Rogue beer that I was happy with—the Double Chocolate Stout, which I sampled at The Scratch’s Weekend of Darkness. A group of us were all drinking it at the same time, while sitting out in the rain. Happy.
That time Costa’s infectious passion won me over on farmhouse ales.
Spanning decades and continents, the odyssey we went on brought this mismatch of people to a deeper understanding of this world as we know it. We battled monsters and survived the stormy seas. We will live forever as heroes. (Decades = hours, continents = South Bank and Caxton St, monsters = @tsamueljames and @brewskibar Matt, stormy seas = TransLink. Minor details.)
That time we hung out with Jimmy and Dave from the up-and-coming Aether Brewing and accidentally stayed in the half-built brewery until midnight and accidentally drank all of their beer.
Or of course, the time I got a lovely haul of beers from friends and family… for last year’s birthday.
I was actually halfway through writing another blog post when I decided to put together this little scrapbook (oops). But I couldn’t help it. Once I started remembering some of these times, more and more kept flooding in. Because the truth is, the memories of the beers are lovely, but the memories of the people linger with an aftertaste that beats out hoppy bitterness any time.
Cheers for the year, friends of Schoonerversity. I love you all (except one—you know who you are).