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This tickled my fancy...
I suggested to some poor uni friends that fater they finished their study and while thy're looking for work, we have a party to celebrate. They always do good parties and have lots of lovely uni-chicks show up as well.
I had 1 x 20L of american strong ale that had been lagering for about 3 weeks but was mostly experimental as well as a more refined pale clone that was freshly racked into a lagering vessel only days before but already a damn fine drop.
The morning before the party a mate dropped by with his nice newish 20L keg (instead of my dodgey old 20L leaker) and a bottle of gas.
We had a taste and to my surprise he picked the roughy experimental yank ale. Couldn't rave enough about it. I thought the other was a smoother lower IBU brew that would be more socially acceptable but he persisted so we spent the next 20 minutes shaking and gassing.
Anyway, later at the party, I rock up a bit late and there's all these people drinking schooners of my HB everywhere. I'm amazed. A few finish a few CPA stubbies first but then hop into the keg. Luckily there were no tools there to start twiddling with the gas regulator (Jeebus that sh*ts me!). One bloke asks me as I'm pouring a brew, "How did you buy it in a small keg like that?" (massive compliment! blown away!)
Didn't know what to think so just kept quiet and kept drinking.
Come back to the keg later and there's this nice chick (sorry femanists, i meant to say homo-erectus stunningus) who was about to grab a refill herself. I offer to fill her glass and while I am ask her "Do you like the beer?"
She replies nonchalantly "Yeah." <nods>
I smile and say "Thanks, I made it."
Her jaw drops to the ground and she says "That's it, I'm giving up brewing forever!"
<my jaw drops>
"Y, y , you brew as well?"
<violin music plays in the background, close up, blurry passage of time, and I take her and some other chicks through a guided tour of the dozen longnecks of assorted brews I stashed in the fridge earlier that day. Belgian Wits, funky experimental brews and watery fizzy lagers!
What feedback! Some surprises for sure.
Anyhow, the next day I ring the owner late in the afternoon after an awesome party to see if he can round up a couple of those champers longnecks so I can refill them.
He can't find them, oh wait, there they are, the brewer chick had rounded them all up, Rinsed Them, And Had Left Them Draining In The Sink!!!!!!!!!!!
Gentlemen, I'm in Love!
I know it's a temporary chemical imbalance of the brain something akin to a mental disorder, but damn it, I want to see this vision of brewing lovelyness again!
(maybe while the missus is at work?)
Brew for a friend!
I suggested to some poor uni friends that fater they finished their study and while thy're looking for work, we have a party to celebrate. They always do good parties and have lots of lovely uni-chicks show up as well.
I had 1 x 20L of american strong ale that had been lagering for about 3 weeks but was mostly experimental as well as a more refined pale clone that was freshly racked into a lagering vessel only days before but already a damn fine drop.
The morning before the party a mate dropped by with his nice newish 20L keg (instead of my dodgey old 20L leaker) and a bottle of gas.
We had a taste and to my surprise he picked the roughy experimental yank ale. Couldn't rave enough about it. I thought the other was a smoother lower IBU brew that would be more socially acceptable but he persisted so we spent the next 20 minutes shaking and gassing.
Anyway, later at the party, I rock up a bit late and there's all these people drinking schooners of my HB everywhere. I'm amazed. A few finish a few CPA stubbies first but then hop into the keg. Luckily there were no tools there to start twiddling with the gas regulator (Jeebus that sh*ts me!). One bloke asks me as I'm pouring a brew, "How did you buy it in a small keg like that?" (massive compliment! blown away!)
Didn't know what to think so just kept quiet and kept drinking.
Come back to the keg later and there's this nice chick (sorry femanists, i meant to say homo-erectus stunningus) who was about to grab a refill herself. I offer to fill her glass and while I am ask her "Do you like the beer?"
She replies nonchalantly "Yeah." <nods>
I smile and say "Thanks, I made it."
Her jaw drops to the ground and she says "That's it, I'm giving up brewing forever!"
<my jaw drops>
"Y, y , you brew as well?"
<violin music plays in the background, close up, blurry passage of time, and I take her and some other chicks through a guided tour of the dozen longnecks of assorted brews I stashed in the fridge earlier that day. Belgian Wits, funky experimental brews and watery fizzy lagers!
What feedback! Some surprises for sure.
Anyhow, the next day I ring the owner late in the afternoon after an awesome party to see if he can round up a couple of those champers longnecks so I can refill them.
He can't find them, oh wait, there they are, the brewer chick had rounded them all up, Rinsed Them, And Had Left Them Draining In The Sink!!!!!!!!!!!
Gentlemen, I'm in Love!
I know it's a temporary chemical imbalance of the brain something akin to a mental disorder, but damn it, I want to see this vision of brewing lovelyness again!
(maybe while the missus is at work?)
Brew for a friend!