In the end

This evening has been one of discovery. By being open for a few hours, I've found that there's likely not a beer style I can't like. Whether it be a sour, alt, IPA or smoked, there is a good example of it out there. All it takes is patience, dedication and a little luck to find something in any beer that anyone could like. You simply need be open and receptive to what could happen. I suppose that's a metaphor for life somehow. I don't know. I just need to sober up before my performance at the Denver Performing Arts Center.

Through H

We've decided to sit and have a tasting of all the 2011 gold medal winners. A mistake? Probably. A delicious mistake? Most definitely. I think I must have drunk at least 3000 gallons by now. The mind reels.

The wyrm turns

We've plowed through the list of must-trys. Well worth it. Right now, we're on a quest to try one beer from each section. We're at c. Sections go to s. Pray for us.

Abandoned

Caleb has left me stranded in the middle of a sea of beer. All I see now is desperation and lonliness. I pray I can find a drink soon. Also, this place is dyn-o-mite. There's so much good beer to be had. I've drunk some very respectable porters, a decent IPA or two (I know). And Caleb and I called a dude gay and made him laugh. I think this is what Heaven must look like.

Holy hell, at the GABF!!!

We are half an hour in, and the fear has taken hold. Thousands of mindless drunks wandering the cavernous space with commerotive plastic cups held out in front of them like a better with a tin can. The horror... The horror. Actually, this is amazing. Best beer so far is the Firing Squad from Alpine out of San Diego. Slightly tipsy. Yearning for more

Go now!

Stop whatever you're doing, drive to San Deigo, go to Alpine brewery, and drink the Firing sQuad Belgian quad. You can give me a hand jobber when you get back.

We're in.

I've got a handful of Drake's Smoked Imperial Stout and it is the bomb ass.

Tickets in hand

We just met Lindsay and her husband. They were super cool, and not just because they gave us tickets. We'll be heading over as soon as I'm done with the fanciest pootine I've ever had.

How did this happen?

The backstory:
As you know, GABF sold out in record time this year. We were all sad we didn't get in, but your ol' buddy J wasn't taking it lying down. I thought to myself that there had to be some contests out there that would be giving away tickets. I turned to the google and they didn't let me down.
I found a Colorado band called Lost Caravan. Their lead singer, Lindsay Meredith, had bought 4 tickets to GABF and only needed 2. So, being super cool, she decided she'd give the extr pair away to someone on their mailing list. I went to their site lostcaravan.net, listened to some gypsy rock, signed up for the mailing list, and waited.
Last Thursday, they drew my name. Friday, I was informed of this fact and nearly defecated myself. Now, I am on my way to meet Lindsay, pick up our tickets and share our GABF journey with you, our beloved reader. Prepare yourself for a decent into madness. God help us all.