It’s no secret that I enjoy a good beer every now and again (and again…and again).
A lesser known fact is that I also enjoy a good non-profit.
I work full-time at a non-profit and am currently also involved with two other junior boards.
It’s a very strange addiction to have.
I miss sleep.
The point of all this is that I went to a fundraiser for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation on Friday night with Amy and her friend who was visiting. It’s an annual craft beer tasting, called Festiv-Ale.
You know how I always joke about Miller Lite, and tout it as a way better beer than Bud Light? (I’m looking at you, Amy)
Well, here’s another secret: I actually love craft beers. Especially local craft beers. I don’t know what it is about the midwest, but we know how to craft a mighty fine brew.
If pig heaven exists, I believe I was in it on Friday night.
The tasting glass that we were given at the beginning of the event was about 8 ounces (I’m guessing, and I’m not blessed with the gift of spacial aptitude).
I refilled my half-pint more times than I should admit.
We had twenty-something brewers present, from Goose Island and Leinenkugel’s (the biggest breweries) to Half Acre, Flossmoor Station, 5 Rabbit and Lagunitas.
With that many brewers and over 700 people in attendance, I’m glad it was held in a warehouse.
Plus, I’d just feel stupid drinking that many beers in a hotel banquet room, let’s be honest.
And I now have a few more craft beers to add to my list of favorites.
Like I really needed an excuse for more.