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Many milestones

Some big things happened recently.

First off, Jeff and I made a trip to the Social Security office on Friday where I officially became Mrs. Tucker!

I am a serious procrastinator about everything.  It has been over five months since we got married and I just now got around to changing my name.  I can tell it makes him really happy, so that makes me really happy too.  :)

Also…I quit my job.

This has been a long time coming. I have worked in the same industry, which I thought would just be an interesting summer job until I could find something else, for over 6 years now. It is long past time to move on, I just haven’t been sure what to move on to.

At this moment, I don’t make a single cent from writing this blog. I spend a good deal of time writing it though, and plan to devote even more effort into it now that I’ll be at home, so I feel that it’s fair to start making some modest income for my efforts.

I don’t know what fruit this blog will produce in the future.  I certainly don’t expect to just get opportunities handed to me, but now that I have the time, I’m gonna put in the work and see what happens.  If I never make more than a few cents off this blog, that’s ok too, and I’ll continue to write it because I enjoy it.

That’s all the major changes for now.  Onward and forward!

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Decatur Craft Beer Festival

Well, we went.

We tried really hard to have fun but several things made that pretty difficult.

For one, the number of people at the event was at the upper limit of what the space could handle.  I knew it was going to be packed and that we would have to wait in lines for beer samples, but I didn’t expect that it would be nearly impossible to stand in one spot and actually drink your beer because you were constantly being washed away by the crowds. All the pictures we have are from the first 20 minutes of being there because shortly after that it became impossible to take anymore with how many people there were.

There were very few places to sit too, so we found ourselves chugging samples quickly because without time to stop and enjoy, we were at our next sample stand in seconds.

I waited 20 minutes in line for a t-shirt to be told that they were sold out.  This was 1 and a half hours after it started; I was sure that by getting there early I wouldn’t have a problem getting a shirt.

I was disappointed in the food offerings as well.  It seemed that all the foods chosen for the event had the sole aim of keeping people heavily fed to keep them from getting too drunk.  Pizza, hot dogs, hamburgers, and BBQ sandwiches were the main choices unless you wanted to stand in line for a bag of Doritos.  I had expected there to be foods available that paired well with craft beers; like warm soft-baked pretzels with whole grain mustard, dark breads, various cheeses and cured meats, maybe even some meat or cheese filled pastries.  Instead it kind felt like a frat party catered by the local pizza joint.

The worst part was that there was nothing to learn at the event.  Very few vendors offered to tell me anything about the samples offered and once when I asked a vendor what one of their offerings was she actually said “I have no idea” and proceeded to pick up the bottle and read it to answer my question.

Even with all that, we could have just enjoyed a day of drinking beer in public if it hadn’t have been so unbearably hot out!  We had expected mid-70’s and breezy but got 80-something degrees with no air movement.  That is not the festival’s fault, of course, but still made it difficult to enjoy.

I’m really just disappointed.  Decatur is a beer connoisseur’s paradise, where every restaurant and bar offers a wide array of interesting beers from around the world with an extremely knowledgable staff to help you choose something just right for you. This event had so much potential to celebrate that, but instead just turned into an expensive and frustrating way to get drunk with strangers.

Unless the formula changes, we’re not going back next year.