One of my favorite events of the year, Village Voice’s Brooklyn Pour festival returned to the old savings bank at One Hanson Place in Fort Greene this past Saturday. More than one hundred and twenty beers were available for tasting between 2 and 6 PM, from the likes of Sixpoint, Kelso, Bronx Brewery and more. It was first time back at the fest since it’s first year back in 2011, and it’s grown up a bit since then. And so have I. I think.
Then: Saturday, October 15, 2011. So fucking psyched! So, I’m on the G train with my best friend headed to the Village Voice’s first annual Brooklyn Pour festival. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a beer tasting festival – you pay like $50 and there’s over 100 beers to drink in three hours. Fucking crazy. Can you believe that???? ONE HUNDRED BEERS. Gonna drink all of them, no doubt. Who knows where the day will take us? After that many drinks, can’t really tell you but it’s gonna be wild. And that’s just the start of the day. Gonna go out and RAGE HARD afterwards.
Now: Saturday, September 27, 2014. I’m waiting on the platform for the G train with my girlfriend, headed to the Village Voice’s third annual Brooklyn Pour festival. I’m nervous. I don’t want to drink too much because if I do I’ll get really tired and want to go home. Plus, I’ll probably get a throbbing headache. And there’s always so many goddamn people shoved into that Savings Bank. Such narrow corridors. Still, really beautiful place to do the fest.
Then: Showed up a bit late – gotta wait in this long ass line for GA. Fuckkkkkkk. At least there’s some pretty cute girls in front of us. I should talk to them. Dunno what to say. Fuck. Need a few drinks. Then will be able to talk to attractive females. Maybe.
Now: We’re thirty minutes early. I really wanted to get here exactly at two. Girlfriend annoyed by my anxiousness over punctuality. But, if we show up late we will miss out on the early entry! It’ll be so much easier to get beer during the early entry. Plus, I wanna get done early if possible. Have dinner party after and need to not be a drunken wreck. Also tend to get hangovers that last well into the week. Can’t take any more sick days.
Then: What the hell? How am I supposed to get drunk with this little ass glass?
Now: I hope the vendors know not to fill my glass all the way.
Then: Yo, it’s only fifteen minutes in and I am WRECKED. Gonna tweet that, brb.
Now: Ahhh, so those big pitchers at every table are to pour excess beer into. Makes sense.
Then: Photo booth in a bank vault? Fuck yeah. Let’s put on these cheesy Rum Diary-themed jackets and hats. Sunglasses too. Did you get that pic? Let’s take a few more to be sure.
Now: I guess we can take a picture if you want. Do you really want to wait in that line?
Then: Guy at the Smuttynose booth asked me what my favorite beer has been so far but I can’t remember a fucking thing. They all taste the same at this point. I can’t feel temperature anymore!
Now: So far I’ve really enjoyed the Kelso Oktoberfest, Moa’s Five Hop IPA and especially Ayinger’s Oktoberfest. Really liked the Flagship Pale Ale too. Will have to pick up a six pack of that. It seems like there’s a lot of farmhouse ales this year.
Then: There’s a second floor? Fuckkkk YEAH let’s do it.
Now: Do you want to go downstairs? There’s more beer down there too. I don’t know if I can handle any more. Let’s get some food I guess. Oh, they moved the food trucks to the back this year. I gotta say, this whole thing is way more organized this time around. Way less claustrophobic feeling.
Then: Yo, who’s got next on beer pong?
Now: Haha, can you believe they have beer pong?
Then: I DID IT, I DRANK ALL 100 BEERS. What? You need me to get up off the ground? Who do you think you are? You can’t tell me shit. Event security? What are you like some rent-a-cop or something? Do you know who I am? DID YOU KNOW I JUST DRANK ALL 100 BEERS??? I DID IT. I DID IT #BKPOUR
Now: No, I agree. I don’t think I can drink anymore. I don’t really need to try any of the beers downstairs. I guess we can get going if you want. It’s over in like an hour anyway.
Then: Dude, how the fuck did we get thrown out? Seriously, fuck them. What’s that? GREAT idea. SPORTSMEN AT THE LEVEE TIME.
Now: Really glad we left early. Totally time to take a nap, sober up a bit and then head to the dinner party. That was really fun! A perfect afternoon. I think my favorite beer was the new Goose Island brew, Matlida. Tastes like Christmas. What? You don’t think you can make the dinner party? Nah, me neither. Tired as hell and really full. Let’s just go home and go to sleep. They’ll understand.