A few weeks ago, I attended the East Atlanta Beer Festival with recurring Propeller Skies character Lisa. Upon arriving I discovered the organizers raised the price of admission to twenty-five dollars. This is bullshit. For the same amount of money I can stop by Green’s on Ponce, purchase two twelve packs of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale (that would be twenty-four total bottles of beer for the math impaired), and still have enough left over for a slice or two at Fellini’s down the street. Fucking capitalist pigs.

Once inside the festival, a tasty brew from some company based in Greenville, South Carolina*, served by a buxom young hottie took the sting from the high price of admission. In addition, the festival was packed with hotties. While drinking I ran into several people I knew, none of whom are recurring Propeller Skies characters and therefore will not be enumerated here. I also did my best to drink twenty five dollars worth of beer.

After the festival, I hopped on the first MARTA bus going by. Novice MARTA riders often complain about the inscrutability of the bus routes and schedules, but the beauty of the system is almost every bus eventually ends up at a rail station. On the bus, I called The Quiet One and made plans to meet up with her and C-Dogg at Midtown Station and continue drinking. After going past mile after mile of uninspired strip commercial and dilapidated houses I slowly came to the realization I caught one of the few busses that do not terminate at a station.

Eventually, I ended up back in East Atlanta and stopped in The EARL for a burger. My waitress totally wanted me, but I played hard to get and escaped with my purity intact.

Overall, I had a good time despite my initial disappointment at the high price. I recommend this event, unless the price increases again next year.

notes:

* I am unable to remember the name of the brewery, because I was AT A BEER FESTIVAL.