Tuesday, October 12, 2010

World Beer Festival

These were our symptoms: exhaustion, feeling down, in need of a beach vacation, stressed with work, and in need of a drink.
This was our prescription (self-prescribed, of course): World Beer Festival, Durham
Someone must have sent the memo to all yuppies in a 100 mile radius because we weren't the only ones in fitted jeans and a polo.  Actually, just Mr. Palindrome wore that yuppy uniform.  Him and every other y chromosomed person with a grad degree and salary. 
I spy with my little eye, three men in the picture above wearing various versions of the uniform.  I, on the other hand, embraced my southern roots (technically Maryland is south of the Mason-Dixon Line), and brought out my cowgirl boots.  Solidarity, my southern sisters!
Mr. Palindrome felt left out of the boot-picture-taking-party and insisted his shoes matched my boots.  I suppose the leather and contrast stitching constitutes a match for a boy, but anyone can see that my boots are auburn and his shoes are plain brown.
Alright, down to brass tacks now (see my southern lingo picking up?), we were there for the beer, not a fashion show.  Mr. Palindrome and I realized that after 1.5 hours and only 20 oz. of beer consumed, that we would have to double the pace to make it worth our $45 ticket price.  While it may appear that he's double fisting here, it's actually a matter of me not being able to hold my own cup and take a picture (further evidence of that later in the post).
Sign of a Good Beer Festival #1: I cannot remember what brand or type of beer this was, even thought I took a picture of it because it was so tasty.
To us! To beer!  To Durham!  To us living in Durham while drinking beer!
We came, we saw, we expected strange sights, we got them.  Exhibit #1: Lady holding a striped footie pajama wearing baby.  He probably wasn't the only underage human at the fest, but he certainly was the only footie pajama wearing one.  I don't know if she was trying to get him to sleep so she could knock a few back or what.  I'll reserve my full judgment until after I have children, but my initial judgment is: Huh?
Exhibit #2: Professionally sewn cowboy hat made from 6 pack boxes.  I took this photo on the sly, but when he realized I was acting the role of paparazzi, he offered to take a picture with me.  Ummmm . . . you're not famous, you're just wearing a funny hat - so, no thank you.
Exhibit #3: Pugs not Drugs T-shirt.  I asked this guy if I could take a picture and he said, "Sure! Let me strike a pose."  So, his posing might not be on par with ANTM hopefuls.  I also don't really know how the pugs are supposed to replace drugs . . . do you sniff their puppy smell? ingest them? just enjoy the loving feeling you get from petting one?  The t-shirt is ambiguous about the process.
This next series is photographic evidence demonstrating that self-prescriptions work.  In these photos, we are not stressed, exhausted, or in need of a drink.  This series is also moonlighting as Sign of a Good Beer Festival #2.

Beyond trying to lick me in order to stop my self-portrait madness, Mr. Palindrome took his mischievous streak all over the tents.

(Literal) Sign of a Good Beer Festival #3: We left with a sign.

Tis the season for beer festing, are you imbibing this Oktober?


  1. Love the photos, especially the montage at the end!

  2. Love this post! It looks like you two had a great time. Good for you. No Oktoberfest-ing for me, but now you are inspiring me. :)

  3. Haha, looks like you definitely got your money's worth! :) And I love the photos of random people too!

  4. This looks like so much fun!!! I love tastings...wine...beer...you name it I want it!