The truth is that that is light years from the truth.
As the calendar flipped to 2014 and I sipped on The Bruery Melange 3, my 1077th new beer for 2013, a wave of relief washed over me. I could finally take a break from copious beer drinking and the unending, wallet crushing pursuit of the finest beer. I would sit down the following morning and get to work telling my story. Would it be a book full of reviews, a diatribe of my love for beer, a history lesson on the beloved beverage, or a memoir telling the tale of a hop/malt/yeast obsession that left a man sleepless at night with the yearning for more?
The following morning came and went, as did the still empty pages of my Moleskine. They stayed hovering in the ether as yeast controlled libations continued to flow across my palate into my belly, ever so slowly expanding my waistline as the frosty and frigid winter in the North East saw a lot of down time on the couch with no physical activity outside of shoveling feet of fresh snow. In the interim, the end of January started festival time and I spent lots of time on the train to and from beer festivals, penning ideas and even some full (or so I had hoped) chapters of the Experience novel. The ink flowed faster than my mind could register and the pages filled up as quickly as my next snifter of a roasty Russian Imperial Stout. The book, my story in print, would be done in no time.
This progress dissipated as quickly as the effervescent head on a glowing saison.
The weather began to turn and my self image began to wane. It was time to cut back on the malty beauts and get in shape for golf and softball. Work began to pick up and a new, second job began to take shape. The time allotted for festivals soon began to get lost in the fray of life and the cap rarely came off of my Bic pen. There is part of a story encapsulated amongst 3 black Moleskines in different parts of my home. It is now time to get back to defacing some fresh paper.
Twelve pounds dropped and twelve ounce beers began to show their luscious faces once again. As I now reside behind the 200 year old bar at the Ambulance Brew House pouring some of the rarest, tastiest beers on this planet, the fire is getting rekindled.
This time away from the telling of a year wrought with incredible experiences, amazing beer friends, and an immense learning curve has given me a new perspective on how this story needs to be told. Maybe it will not fall into the laps of the unsuspecting public in 2014 but it will be riding it's coattails swiftly behind.
From the bottom of my glass.