gabedouglas

Another roaring success for brewfests.
I decided against the enormous pre-game rituals I had previously done because I wanted to last the entire night. I picked up a young man in the Cloquet area, a Mr. Robertson, as the kids call him.
We got blasted for 4 hours, sang ‘A Boy Named Sue’, had people whisper ‘there goes Johnny Cash’ for the rest of it. Then onwards to VIP for the post-brewfest pizzas and pitchers of Premo. Then onto the Tower strip for a bit, then over to the NEW tap room (the old 21 North) to see Natalie play with GB Leighton. Then walk back to the brother’s house.
Nice.