Beer, it makes you do crazy things...

College, a magical time in which everyone that goes has stories upon stories. From puking on your best friend, to burning your ex-boyfriend's clothes behind his car, beer (or some Tricky Ricky) helps turn inhibitions into reality. No, this post will not be stories like I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell (my life is about 1/10th as cool) but what beer will make you do.

So my beer buddies, which for now on shall be called The Great Trio, were and always are in search of great brews. From scouring our local liquor stores, to visiting new ones, to checking our local liquor stores again (you know, just in case they put new beer out since you left an hour ago), to asking friends in different states to bring there local beer, we were always in search of the next best elixir. Enter Beer Advocate. This website is like the Silk Road for beer lovers. Anything you want to know about beer, how it’s made, what year the best Mad Elf was made, Beer Advocate has everything.

One day, we found out they rated beer and liquor stores. We spent an entire night figuring out who had the most and the best beer in Top 250. Discovering there was a great place in King of Prussia, about 90 minutes from Baltimore we decided we must go. So all three of us took off the very next day (a manager, and two senior staff nonetheless) and drove all the way up there to get our hands on some Russian River, Founders, and Firestone Beers. We had a lovely lunch together next to the Delaware River at a local brew pub, and talked like little school girls about the cutest beer we wanted to take home and have our way with. Excited was really the only thing we were. After lunch we finished our journey to Kunda Bev and were amazed with all the beer they had. Piles and piles of beer, from California to Louisiana, and of course a WHOLE AISLE OF BELGIANS! We looked and looked for the beer that they said they had in stock. None! Nooo! Not only did they not have any of the beer we were looking for except for Founder Breakfast Stout, but we forgot Pennsylvania has ABC laws that only allow case sales. So we had to pony up $175 for one case. It was a sad sad trip back home in which we thought we would bring home 24 different bottles back. But we only ended

up with 48 beers that were only ranked 19th in the world.

So there you have it, beer gave us an amazing story, and we were sober the entire time (well sort of.) We fully expected a car full of amazing beers, beers that would take us weeks to taste, to rate, and to lament over being so good (or horrible.) In the end we took home an great beer, and amazingly disappointing story, and a lesson to always remember other states ABC laws. But in the end, The Great Trio can always say beer made us do all those things.

Until Next Time,

Slainte