The Summit brewery tour was pretty great. Actually it was very loud, so I couldn't really hear what he was saying, and what I did hear was pretty boring (all you really need to know: Beer. Foamy. Good.), but there was free beer at the end. Well worth it.
My fellow tourmates were interesting, to say the least. 1:00 on a Tuesday isn't the best time for most people. There were 2 men in ties and slacks, who looked like they were on a long lunch. They turned out to be homebrewers. 5 minutes after the tour started, 3 kids about my age came in. They had served in the Peace Corps together in Jamaica, and had bonded there over Prestige, a beer made by Red Stripe. By coincidence, the tour guide was born in Jamaica, and his first job was with Red Stripe! What a small world. Especially considering the PC kids used to hang with the owner, apparently a fabulous, ever-tipsy character. The conversations over fresh brewed ale at the end of the tour alternated between technical brewing questions and Jamaican anecdotes. Every once in a while, one of the workers would stop by to fill up a mug. Prompting all of us to inquire after job openings. Sorry guys, they are like a family. Very low turnover. I'll just have to wait for someone to get (that disease that starts with a c that I am not even going
to attempt to spell).
I left there slightly tipsy, and headed to the nearest multiplex for an evening of moviehopping. I saw most of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, all of Intolerable Cruelty, the newest Cohen brothers flick, and all but 5 minutes of Runaway Jury. I decided this time to slightly change my approach. Usually I am ultra-cautious. Like a super spy. I bring a hat, layers, glasses, dip into the restroom between each movie, and lurk around corners until the coast is clear. This time I just said , wow this e-mail won't let me use crude words. Sheesh. Okay, I have to test this. Damn. ..... Shit. .... Bitch. ....er. That's funny. All the little dots are where I tried to use fouler words. Hee hee. Anyway, this time I just said fudge it, let's see if they give a shit. Guess what. They didn't. I had jumped into the last half of Runaway Jury, having seen the first half earlier. I walked, in full view of an empty lobby except for 3 candy bar guys, from one movie room to another. 2 minutes later one of the guys from the candy bar came in and sat right behind me (I was in the back corner, where hoppers and guys on break traditionally sit). We watched the last half of the movie, were joined by a couple other workers at one point, and then we all congenially walked out at the end.
I don't think I'll do that again. I am sure not everyone is as lackadaisacal as these guys, but I don't think I will ever be quite so stealthy as I once was. There's just no point. Sigh. The thrill is gone.
I had a full day at work (actually behind the counter now!) and I am off to a punk concert I downloaded free tickets for. Armadillo Jump is one of the bands. With a name like that, how can I say no?