Okay, Not Everything Has Been a Total Dumpster Fire
Almost two weeks ago, this blog turned into a volcano of unadulterated rage toward the Maryland House of Delegates. Because apparently it is customary in their country to thank small business owners – specifically small, independent, local brewers – by trying to kneecap their entire industry.
No big deal, right?
But when I haven’t been driving everyone around me insane with my tirades, things have actually been… there have been some really good times. So, I’m going to take a break from the railing against the man to focus on the good stuff.
Or at least focus on the random photos I’ve been snapping over the past couple of weeks, as we’ve bounced around Maryland.
Tom SelleckCon at Flying Dog was amazing. I also decided that night that the official designation of a grouping of Tom Sellecks should be referred to as a “Stache of Magnums.” It’s like a murder of crows, but way cooler.
The next morning reminded me that spring isn’t completely terrible, I guess. Because we got to put the top down on Potato the Jeep for the first time this year. (It also happened to be Maryland Day.)
I also entered into an emotionally committed relationship with the Café Cubano at Zeke’s Coffee in Baltimore.
Then we went to Union Craft Brewing in Hampden for a couple of hours, before they closed up shop at 5 p.m. I also cheated on my emotional commitment to the aforementioned Café Cubano with the barrel-aged Chessie barley wine – I’m a harlot.
Can we also recognize that I’m not sure Union makes a bad beer? It’s ridiculous.
Patrick was also in a good spot with his beer. Oh, and with his crab cone from the Gypsy Queen Café food truck.
LOOK AT THAT THING. It’s a giant, overstuffed waffle cone filled with Old Bay French fries, topped with crab cakes (plural) and spicy remoulade.
He almost left me for that crab cone. But I’m not 100 percent sure I would have blamed him if he had.
In addition to having our first top-down Jeep trip of the year, we also had our first patio night of the year on Monday night. We broke out our last bottle of Denizens Oud Boy (yum), listened to Tribe Called Quest, and watched Nugget and Horatio harass the neighbors.
The next day, we went to the rally for Maryland beer at Key Brewing in Dundalk. It was inspiring to see so many people come together to speak out on behalf of such a vibrant community of awesome brewers.
It was a good night.
I already mentioned this previously, so I’ll keep it brief: I went on the Kojo Nnamdi Show on WAMU, the Washington, D.C., NPR station, to talk about Maryland beer on Wednesday. As someone who is a complete NPR psychopath, this was a bucket list-level experience. I also didn’t vomit while speaking – I’m going to take that as a win.
The beer was delicious, of course. As was DRY 85’s seafood mac-n-cheese. But the company was the best part. I was in a particularly crabby mood (see: “insufferable ranting”), and there is something awesome about friends who just… let you unload and don’t judge you for it. Or at least don’t judge you for it to your face.
The next day was Thursday. And Thursday was… well, Thursday was pretty quiet. And that was a really good thing. Because I like sleeping.
Patrick and I ended this week back at one of our favorite haunts – 1747 Pub – for one beer. Also, in case you didn’t know, the ridiculously delicious seasonal IPA Steady Eddie is back, y’all. Get on it. (Again, Union, do you know how to make bad beer?)
Okay, okay… and we also grabbed a few oysters at Harvest Wood Grill + Tap after 1747 Pub. And Founders Breakfast Stout on nitro. Then we went home. This will make me sound old, but there is something really satisfying by being back home in pajamas on a Friday night by 7:30 p.m.
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Normally my week isn’t this hectic. So, I’ll admit that when I got to yesterday morning, I felt completely burned out. Hence this little blog break. I’ll be back to rattling cages tomorrow – because we still have more HB 1283 shenanigans to talk about – but for now, it feels good to just spotlight the happy stuff.