so this weekend, there is a beer festival here in LA. it’s called the LA beer festival. for a pre-determined fee you get a souveneir sample-size stein and all the beer you want in the three hour span. there are a slew of small breweries present to sample, and if there’s one thing i love to put in my mouth, it’s craft brews. it’s as if someone organized the perfect way to spend a saturday and invited me to come. how could you not want to go to this?

and yet after putting the word out to all my friends, i have almost no takers. not because it’s not a cool idea, but because either a)they have other obligations at that time, or b)other food-and-drink based plans over the rest of the weekend, making another epicurean event possibly too much.

i can understand, a friend of ours had already planned a hot-wings crawl, and that does sound great. another is having a barbeque all sunday afternoon. but this is a BEER FESTIVAL. a glorious celebration of my favorite bevarage, and in abundance. when did my social circle become so structured and aware of quote-unquote ‘proper life balance’ that almost no one is interested in a MASSIVE BEER PARTY?

i can’t say i’m not a little disappointed here, team. only one ‘yes’ so far, but a beer festival is not something you go on a man-date for. you need a team of revelers here, people.

maybe as a protest to draw attention to peoples’ skewed priorities, i will attend solo, on both saturday and sunday, shirking all other social obligations in a sort of beer-in, civil inebriation sort of way. that’ll teach ’em.