This morning I boarded a train to Portland for my annual pilgrimage to the Oregon Brewer’s Festival. The last weekend of July has become a sacred holiday for a group of college friends and myself - I’ve requested weddings, BBQs and birthday parties to be scheduled around this holiday.
The weekend usually includes drunken debauchery, barbecuing, whiffle ball, drunken jackassery, crashing a random house party, hanging out in the Pearl, and, of course, drinking beer. The Oregon Brewer’s Festival, or as we call it, “Brewfest,” also takes place during Oregon Craft Beer Month this year…like I give a fuck. Brewfest is wall-to-wall people during prime-time drinking hours and the weather is usually hot as balls, turning the river waterfront of Portland into an open-air dive bar.
This year Brewfest is touting the connection of its 21st anniversary with the 21st Amendment. Nerds. Read their whole press release here. Also, there will be 72 craft beers, representing 18 states. I’ll have a full report next week. If you’ll be at the Brewfest, look for me, I’ll be the one drinking drunk.
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