Dear Decatur Craft Brew Fest Organizers:
You had no way of knowing months ago when you set the date for the event that Mother Nature would be a complete bitch.
The coldest day since winter. And raining. Of course.
Not the ideal day for an outdoor festival.
Still, folks like us came out.
They must be made of heartier stock than I am, though. I was ready to bolt as soon as we got there.
But I tried to stick it out, managing to drink a few of my much-beloved sours.
My Southern blood is thin. So is Eddie’s. At one point, he said this:
I’m embarrassed. I gave the guy my glass all shaky hands.
Even the statue of Thomas Jefferson looked cold with rain dripping off his nose.
Once the rain soaked the bottom of our pants, and the cold had fully paralyzed our fingers, we knew we were beat.
We aborted the mission before I could even get my pretzel necklace out of the bag.
(I’ve been to enough brew fests to come prepared.)
We tried. You tried.
Better luck next year.
Love ya!
Beth
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