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My Top 5 Beer Moments of 2013

JimKochWhile it’s far from original to have a year-end post, I do think that this generally is a time for reflection. Rather than a breakdown of my 10 (or 50) favorite beers, I thought I would recall some of the best beer moments I had this year. Dates are rough (because, you know, I was drinking at the time). Enjoy your beer, see you in the new year!

1. Launching Brooklyn Beer Bitch – February 2013

In some ways, I feel like I’ve been The Bitch (pun intended) a lot longer than I actually have. I have a strong tendency to measure myself by my failures rather than by successes. When I see “only” 35 posts here and how little I’ve fleshed out this blog over the past nine months, I have to remind myself that this is a brand new venture for me. And in addition to this platform, I’m pretty active on Twitter (where I have almost 400 followers, many of whom are big time beer peeps) and I’m starting to get a “name” for myself.

In truth, the whole Brooklyn Beer Bitch idea came from a place of desperation. I’d been swimming against the current of my own stream with regards to the whole “beer writer” identity. I don’t know why it took me so long to accept that being a beer writer is a great thing, and it doesn’t preclude me from being an author of fiction or memoir. It is where I make the butter to go on my bread, so to speak. As I came into acceptance, I was also struggling financially (beer writing pays for the butter, not the bread… sometimes it doesn’t even pay for the beer!). I was really depressed at the start of 2013, and—as is my wont—I couldn’t see a clear path through the chaos that is my life.

In February, I did something I hadn’t done in a very long time: I went for a very long walk. I used to walk miles and miles, typically around the Island of Manhattan, where the parks department has created something of an urban oasis (nearly the entire 32 miles can be walked along the riverfronts). However, I hadn’t kept up with the walking, which is very solitary when you don’t have a walking buddy (and my life is already solitary enough, thanks very much!).

Anyhow, it was on this walk that I had some time to contemplate what was making me so unhappy. The epiphany came when I realized what was really making me feel so down and out of control was the thought that I would have to move away, that I simply couldn’t (cue Frank Sinatra) “make it (t)here.” And while I basically loathed the four years I had lived in Manhattan, I actually like living in Brooklyn; I appreciate the vibe and the people and the diversity that is pretty much gone from my western neighbor borough. I had always viewed NYC as a weigh station between my old life that I thought I was going to have until “death did us part” and the next chapter that would take place in a location one hell of a lot less insane than here. The thought that I would miss Brooklyn and not be happier elsewhere came as a shock. However, with this realization also came a moment of clarity… If the thought of moving away from Brooklyn was bringing me down, the solution was simple: Don’t move.

On a parallel note, I had long back-burnered how to capitalize on the good work I had been doing writing about beer. I had vacillated between merging and separating my various writing identities, especially with regards to platform building, which is a lot harder than just doing the writing itself. Suddenly I knew what I wanted to do: Become the Brooklyn Beer Bitch. Merge with the city that I didn’t want to leave. Marry myself to this idea of staying in Brooklyn indefinitely.

As soon as I got home, I checked the URL and found that it was available. As so often happens when you ask the Universe for a solution, one presented itself. Of course, that solution has not been without ups and downs, but I haven’t even been doing this for a year! I think good things will come in 2014 (see below).

2. Attending the Beer Bloggers Conference – July 2013

I attended two writers’ conferences this year, and this was the second—and more financially rewarding (duh, beer writer!)—of the two. Not only did I make new friends both personal and professional and connect to some very cool industry peeps, I strengthened ties to my existing pro community. And although I didn’t make the score that some did, I did manage to get a couple of gigs out of these meetups that I probably wouldn’t have found if I hadn’t gone. Somewhat not surprisingly, I never really wrote about the BBC13 (it was on the “to do” list), but I did write about pre-gaming up in Portland here.

3. Drinking Utopias (10th) with Sam Adams’ Jim Koch – July 2013

I made some amazing friends and professional connections at the BBC, but if I had to pick one stand-out moment, it would be hanging out with Jim Koch in the barrel room at Sam Adams, sipping Utopias. I don’t even really consider this a beer moment, as Utopias is more like a fine liqueur. However, this will be one of those beer memories that will stay with me until my brain becomes non-functioning in one regard or another.

4. Getting my first national publication. – October 2013

In the November 2013 issue of All About Beer Magazine, I did an opinion piece that was heartfelt and revelatory (I even got some fan mail for it!). It’s one of my favorite beer publications, so I hope to write more for them in 2014.

5. The Bitch goes to Cooperstown – August 2013

This was the year I finally did it: I went camping! All joking aside, I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance to go to Ommegang for their annual Belgium Comes To Cooperstown (BCTC) festival, but I hope to make it back if only to hang out with some of the most amazing beer peeps gathered in one place. You can relive the weekend with me here.

Finally, My New Beer’s Resolutions:

1. Write more regularly.

My goal is two blog posts per week, which may be unrealistic. As it is, I write regularly for four different blogs, so getting here twice a week may be more than I can schedule. That said, I do want to have a weekly post, so my goal in 2014 is to have at minimum 52 original blog posts each week (some reblogs to pad).

2. Keep the calendar up-to-date.

When I launched BBB, I didn’t plan on including an events section. Originally, I wanted to do some kind of podcast, but that requires more equipment and organization than keeping up with the blog, and we all know how hit or miss I’ve been there! When Mary Izett decided to move away from her “My Life on Craft” blog, the city lost one of its best resources for beer events. While I have yet to step into those big shoes, I hope to be more responsible about this moving forward. Goal #2 for 2014!

3. Write a beer-related book.

I originally got into beer writing with a book pitch, and it’s only taken three years for things to come full circle. I’m working on a pitch now (I recently pitched another solo title; this current pitch would be with a co-author), and I think it’s a book that isn’t already out there. My co-author already has a publisher interested, so I’ll keep you posted about this exciting development in my beer writing life.

4. Pitch more.

This is a more general writing resolution, which is to pitch or submit to contests on a regular basis. Again, I would like to pitch one piece per week (either for a blog, a magazine, a contest or elsewhere), but even bi-weekly would be a bounce from 2013.

5. To launch a monthly newsletter.

I have way more contacts than I do followers, so this seems the next best way to build the platform. Feel free to unsubscribe. Some day.

6. To lose weight.

Because, you know, it’s New Year’s. And I drink a lot of beer.

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Virgin No More… The Bitch Goes to BCTC

Ommegang1For those who have never been, Ommegang’s annual “Festival about Nothing,” Belgium Comes to Cooperstown, is one of those key beer events that you really must undertake at least once in a lifetime. It’s not about the beer, which was excellent, or the Brewery, which is happily situated in the bucolic Catskill Mountains, or even the cool beer peeps you’ll meet while there, of which there were plenty.

No, going to this “Woodstock of Beer” festival is so much greater than the sum of its parts. In fact, it is the camping out under the stars in the middle of nowhere with beer and barbecue that really makes this outing a must for any beer lover. While I don’t know if BCTC is one of a kind, it certainly is unique.

As it was my first time there—not to mention my first time camping—my perspective is one of a newly deflowered virgin… and perhaps I’m basking in the glow, but here are my main takeaways from the three-day festival, which ran August 3-5.

Pick the right campmate or go it alone, and pack appropriately.

Your tent is probably the only privacy you’ll get all weekend, and while you may spend almost no time in it, you’ll be in close quarters with someone who is drinking. A lot.

And when it comes to packing, there are people who bring in couches and entire campsites, complete with cookstoves. However, you have to haul it in and out. The experienced peeps have dollies and wagons. Also, the weather is variable; last year temperatures were nearing 100 and this year it was low-50s at night. That’s really hot and really cold if you aren’t prepared. Preparation should include bug spray, sunscreen, and plenty of water (Ommegang had some, but finding it wasn’t easy and plumbing was nonexistent).

OmmegangKegsPace yourself.

The real beer scene is not in the brewery or at the revered tasting. The real beer scene is at the individual brew tents. Many breweries are in attendance, and they all have beer (I visited Empire, Sixpoint, Brooklyn Brewery, and Slyfox, among others). You can (and probably will) start drinking Saturday morning at dawn and could still be drinking until early morning on Sunday. That’s when the festival is at its best.

You also want to time your shower (everyone said to get in line early, which wasn’t bad, but I had my best shower around 3 p.m. on Saturday when no one was in line and water pressure was consistent). And speaking of water… for some reason this year (as opposed to 2012, apparently), there were almost no sink stations. The portapotty situation by 1 AM Sunday made me think the R-train is one of the cleanest places on Earth. I could have bartered my hand sanitizer for Westvleteren 12 at that point. You can save yourself scary dreams and God knows what else by bringing baby wipes and cleanser.

Your flashlight is your friend.

Someone gave me the head’s up to bring a flashlight. My lovely campmate brought an extra for me, as well. However, I took a nasty spill when I cut between tents (they’re everywhere, so it’s almost impossible not to cut between them). I hadn’t even been drinking (much) at that point, but it never occurred to me to monitor my path to the john. I tripped over a tent rope and down I went. In other words, it gets really really dark.

The entertainment is a mixed bag.

The VIP dinner was probably better than I will assess here, but considering it was an upsell, I won’t do it again if I return to BCTC. The food was meh and the beer was readily available throughout the festival (i.e. nothing rare or exceptional – a line up of Ommegang standards and La Chouffe). But the band? The band was so loud I thought my eardrums would start bleeding! I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to play at that decibel, but the worst part was it precluded any table conversation. I met some nice people at the dinner—at least I think so—but we were literally screaming in each other’s ears to be understood.

Weirdly, the mainstage bands were way quieter. Perhaps it was the same sound system that was dispersed over an open space (the VIP dinner was under a tent). I could hear the music at the venue, but it really didn’t reach the campsite. More fun was the late-night bonfire and midnight fireworks. My campmate took to the Ferris Wheel, which had a really long wait but entitled her to bragging rights over all of us who didn’t make it on. And I don’t know if there was a movie Saturday night (per the program). After the Friday night “movie” turned out to be old Seinfeld episodes, I lost all interest in media.

And speaking of Seinfeld, the festival is apparently directly tied to the show. I never watched it (although I got some of the references because anyone of drinking age would have been aware of the culture zeitgeist the show held in the mid-90s), so I missed the “inside jokes” and thought the “Festivus” angle was lame (even I know that Festivus is a Christmas-type alternative holiday).

If you don’t have Verizon, you might as well leave your cell at home.

Verizon was king at the festival. The AT&T peeps were a mixed group of mopiness, with a bit of sour grapes thrown in to the mix (my favorite quote was “I guess that’s what you get for an extra $20/month!” I didn’t have the heart to tell the guy that I pay $40 for my smart phone as part of a family plan). However, I could get up to 4G at certain places on the grounds. That said, even my service was sketchy. The charging tent was a cool addition, and the guys working the tent probably didn’t get enough tips to justify all they did to keep us charged up.

OmmegangPorkMaking new friends was the best part of BCTC

I already mentioned that the best way to drink beer was wandering from tent to tent. Well, I found my new peeps at Olde Burnside Brewing Company from East Hartford, CT. Not only did they share their beer… they shared their coffee! Coffee was one of the more difficult items to find (next year, I’ll use my super growler to bring coffee). After I was generously presented with a cup of coffee, I was offered a Saison Dupont for my second hand. Then I was offered breakfast (I passed), lunch (I missed the Jambalaya so they whipped me up a lobster roll instead) and dinner (slow-roasted pork shoulder… AMAZING!). It was meeting people like Jason, Jaime, Tim, Jack and the rest of the Olde Burnside posse that really makes me want to go to BCTC for years to come.

The beer was pretty good, too.OmmegangEmpties

I’m not going to break down the beers I drank. I haven’t even completely updated my Untapp’d check-ins. That’s how much great beer there was. However, I did find a couple beers that were worth the effort of getting to Ommegang (more on that below). My major score of the day was Lava. I didn’t even know it was going to be there, and I’ve been wanting to try this beer since Draft Magazine awarded it with the Best Beer of 2012. However, My absolute favorite was the Stone Reason Be Damned, an 8% ABV Belgian-style abbey ale, aged in red wine barrels. I really hope I can track some down in bottles to enjoy again soon.

Trust your GPS.

Cooperstown is in the middle of nowhere. As in “nowhere near a major highway.” One of the car mates said this was his fourth year and every year he had arrived via a different route. We went two different ways per the GPS, and on the return trip we ended up smack dab in the middle of the Catskill Park. It was gloriously beautiful, and probably didn’t add any time to the trip home. Other than being unable to find coffee en route, it was well worth the detour. Especially for folks who generally have concrete and skyscrapers as part of our daily view.

You can see the photo album (and “like” The Bitch’s Facebook page) here.