Went with Mark & Asher, and met up with some more of their cousins. Knowing we were going to be taking full advantage of the unlimited beer tasting, we took bart & muni there. But because of this, we got there a bit late, and only had a lil over 2 hours (instead of 3). But it was still all good. That was still more than enough time.
I know I tried 20 different beers, cause I was counting, putting marks on the wristband they give you at the door. I don't remember the names of all of them, but I remember liking Batch 19 and Ninanski. Oh, and the ones at the Sailor Jerry Rum booth.
And now for some evidence pics:
The 8oz. sampling cup. It really should've read "Drink..Drank..Drunk"
Inside the Festival Pavilion at Fort Mason. Lots o' beer booths. Even more beer lovers.
At the Sailor Jerry booth. Yup, a rum maker at a beer fest.
Shave & A Haircut = Sailor Jerry + Guinness + Coke
Sailor & A Ho = Sailor Jerry + Hoegaarden + Orange Juice
The Senior Sisig food truck. They were undercutting the other filipino food truck that was directly across from it. And they were the last truck open when the event ended.
After it was over, we were all more or less drunk. Luckily one of Mark's cousin's gave us a ride to bart. I'm fairly confident that we wouldn't have made to bart if we had to take muni in our current states.
But actually getting to Mark's cousin's (John?) car.....I'm not exactly sure why what happened happened, but I'll try my best to explain. And keep in mind, we're all drunk. Well, we had to walk up a grassy hill to get to the car. Mark kept on stopping & laying down on the grass as all of us were walking. So I kept on yelling at him to get up. And I don't know why or what had gotten into him, but Asher was sorta dancing/circling around Mark. I think I started instigating that Asher could take Mark (as in take him down, WWE-style). And then I started yelling at Mark saying "you gotta let him do that?!?!" or something to that nature, I don't really remember. As we got closer to the car, we moved from grass to pavement. Somehow I got ahead of them, so I had to turn around and start walking backwards. Uphill. And then they started, I guess, wrestling? or something? Scuffle, skirmish, grappling? Whatever you call it, they were going at it. On the pavement.
During all this, I'm hella laughing but still walking backwards, and I end up rolling my left ankle. It stung immediately, but I didn't think anything of it, as I was drunk and hella laughing. I walked around bart ok, not feeling any real pain. It was then that we noticed their battle scars. Mark had a cut on his cheek and a red mark across his nose. Asher had red marks on his cheek and on the top of his head. And between the three of us, we couldn't recall how any of that happened. Or why.
For me, it wasn't till when we got to Cliff's for the Pacquiao fight, were I started to feel real pain in my left ankle. By the end of the night, my left ankle was hella swollen, and I could barely put any weight on it. Sucks, but hey, what am I gonna do?
Other than my stupid ankle, it was an awesome Saturday. And next Saturday, I'm doing it again. Sorta. Same location (Fort Mason), same concept (Beer Fest), but this time I'm volunteering to work the event (with Kev). In theory, we won't be getting mega blasted, since we're working the entire time, but you never know. It should still be fun.
