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bocce tournament itinerary:
friday 7:41am
leave home late en route to rehoboth beach, DE
friday 1:15pm
stuck in traffic behind a hazmat emergency, NJ turnpike is shut down. call dogfish head brewpub who tell us to go straight to the brewery and skip the sign-in
friday 3:50pm
arrive dogfish head brewery, milton DE. put on our capes and crowns and get our first glass of chicory stout. yummy beer injected with hi-test mexican coffee. good way to start out our meteoric rise to the top of the bocce ranks.
friday 5:00pm
one slice of pizza in the gut (tried to get more, but the ravenous monsters ate it all) and about 3 more punkin ales. time to play, we're the first game in the bracket.. we're playing the bocce beer monks. get ridiculously schooled 7-2 in record time. first losing team in the history of the bocce tournament. discuss our second chance in the losers' bracket.
friday 5:25pm
drink-away-the-loss program commences. lost count. punkin, shelter, chicory, 60. repeat. play ping pong. sweat.
friday 7:00pm
bocce wraps up and sam calagione brings out the big guns.. liquor de malt, midas touch, olde school barleywine, pangaea, some worldwide stout blend thing and a box full of homebrews from one of the fest workers. quickly consumed and on the bus to the brewpub.
friday 8:00pm
at the brewpub with a BLT ordered, a 10% honey mead concoction called t'ej in my snifter, and some brown rum yet to be ordered. prescription for disaster right there.
friday 11:30pm
in bed.
saturday 6:00am
*barf*
saturday 8:30am
get up and bus back to the brewery for coffee and bagels. i opt for water. bocce scheduled to start in an hour.. and wouldn't ya know.. we're up first again. it just feels right to get a beer in me before the festivities, and the 5% abv on shelter pale is very appealing to me in my current state.
saturday 10:45am
officially, the first team totally eliminated from the festival. we celebrate.
saturday 12:30pm
the first beer is launched via punkin chunker.. a large trebuchet designed to throw pumpkins hundreds of feet, but works well with cheap 30 packs. we watch in amazement as shit blows up. fascinating.
saturday 5:00pm
after much ping-pong and bocce watching, motley brue takes 1st place and we take 3rd (for costumes) and are subsequently blessed with dogfish head dome lids. my teammates trip me and i beat their asses with my scepter, bruises ensue the following day. picture time for the winners.
saturday 8:30pm
back to the brewpub for the beer dinner.. saying goodbye. passionate speeches and good pizza, nice beer. exchanging BA names and talking trades. two of my team members are ridiculously intoxicated to the point of near illness. allie and i are in good shape, and we play pool and video games.. and make sam promise to have us back next year. get some d'extra for my buddies back home and head to bed with beautiful dogfish memories forever.
friday 7:41am
leave home late en route to rehoboth beach, DE
friday 1:15pm
stuck in traffic behind a hazmat emergency, NJ turnpike is shut down. call dogfish head brewpub who tell us to go straight to the brewery and skip the sign-in
friday 3:50pm
arrive dogfish head brewery, milton DE. put on our capes and crowns and get our first glass of chicory stout. yummy beer injected with hi-test mexican coffee. good way to start out our meteoric rise to the top of the bocce ranks.
friday 5:00pm
one slice of pizza in the gut (tried to get more, but the ravenous monsters ate it all) and about 3 more punkin ales. time to play, we're the first game in the bracket.. we're playing the bocce beer monks. get ridiculously schooled 7-2 in record time. first losing team in the history of the bocce tournament. discuss our second chance in the losers' bracket.
friday 5:25pm
drink-away-the-loss program commences. lost count. punkin, shelter, chicory, 60. repeat. play ping pong. sweat.
friday 7:00pm
bocce wraps up and sam calagione brings out the big guns.. liquor de malt, midas touch, olde school barleywine, pangaea, some worldwide stout blend thing and a box full of homebrews from one of the fest workers. quickly consumed and on the bus to the brewpub.
friday 8:00pm
at the brewpub with a BLT ordered, a 10% honey mead concoction called t'ej in my snifter, and some brown rum yet to be ordered. prescription for disaster right there.
friday 11:30pm
in bed.
saturday 6:00am
*barf*
saturday 8:30am
get up and bus back to the brewery for coffee and bagels. i opt for water. bocce scheduled to start in an hour.. and wouldn't ya know.. we're up first again. it just feels right to get a beer in me before the festivities, and the 5% abv on shelter pale is very appealing to me in my current state.
saturday 10:45am
officially, the first team totally eliminated from the festival. we celebrate.
saturday 12:30pm
the first beer is launched via punkin chunker.. a large trebuchet designed to throw pumpkins hundreds of feet, but works well with cheap 30 packs. we watch in amazement as shit blows up. fascinating.
saturday 5:00pm
after much ping-pong and bocce watching, motley brue takes 1st place and we take 3rd (for costumes) and are subsequently blessed with dogfish head dome lids. my teammates trip me and i beat their asses with my scepter, bruises ensue the following day. picture time for the winners.
saturday 8:30pm
back to the brewpub for the beer dinner.. saying goodbye. passionate speeches and good pizza, nice beer. exchanging BA names and talking trades. two of my team members are ridiculously intoxicated to the point of near illness. allie and i are in good shape, and we play pool and video games.. and make sam promise to have us back next year. get some d'extra for my buddies back home and head to bed with beautiful dogfish memories forever.
posted by jim at
8:17 PM
1 Comments:
"my teammates trip me and i beat their asses with my scepter, bruises ensue the following day. "
I made the mistake of wearing a short sleeve shirt to work. I got some second looks and a "is everything ok?" Granted, the perfectly executed loss of footing plan was worth some strange looks.
Thanks for a fabulous (and mostly rememberable) weekend! Ping-pong anyone?
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Christine, at 25/9/05 12:26 AM
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