While inside the brewery, during the tour, I learned about the process of beer production which I knew nothing about previously. All I knew was that it involved wheat, yeast, fermentation and something called hops. Unfortunately, 2/3 of the way in, I started getting nauseous which freaked me out and pissed me off because I knew I wasn’t that much of a lightweight. Eventually I had to excuse myself before I threw up and became “that guy” who couldn’t handle his alcohol. I ended up sitting outside until I stopped feeling dizzy, while Bean and Patrick got more drinks.
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While inside the brewery, during the tour, I learned about the process of beer production which I knew nothing about previously. All I knew was that it involved wheat, yeast, fermentation and something called hops. Unfortunately, 2/3 of the way in, I started getting nauseous which freaked me out and pissed me off because I knew I wasn’t that much of a lightweight. Eventually I had to excuse myself before I threw up and became “that guy” who couldn’t handle his alcohol. I ended up sitting outside until I stopped feeling dizzy, while Bean and Patrick got more drinks.

On Saturday, Bean, Patrick, and I drove down to Dripping Springs to experience the Jester Kings Brewery Tour. After navigating a windy, car-commercial-worthy country road, we arrived at the brewery which was surprisingly packed. So then we got in line. Looking around, I noticed that the people running the operation didn’t look anything like what I’d expect Dripping Springs residents to look like. Call me ign’nt but I expected to see country music video rejects but instead saw a bunch of hipster-looking guys with exquisite mustaches. Then, in a moment of karmic reward for driving everyone there, the cashier and his handlebar mustache accidentally overcharged and refunded me, after which he let me in for free. That alone made me like these people a whole lot more.
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On Saturday, Bean, Patrick, and I drove down to Dripping Springs to experience the Jester Kings Brewery Tour. After navigating a windy, car-commercial-worthy country road, we arrived at the brewery which was surprisingly packed. So then we got in line. Looking around, I noticed that the people running the operation didn’t look anything like what I’d expect Dripping Springs residents to look like. Call me ign’nt but I expected to see country music video rejects but instead saw a bunch of hipster-looking guys with exquisite mustaches. Then, in a moment of karmic reward for driving everyone there, the cashier and his handlebar mustache accidentally overcharged and refunded me, after which he let me in for free. That alone made me like these people a whole lot more.