Recently, it has come to my attention that another Austin beer blog is putting on a Brews Cruise (at first they called it Bats & Brews but thankfully changed the name) that is similar in nature to an event I helped co-found, Bats & Beers. Because of this, I felt inclined to write about Bats & Beers, something I was very proud to be a part of from (almost) the beginning of its fruition.
**Disclaimer: I am by no means dogging on the new event. I’m actually curious to see how it pans out. This is simply me reminiscing on Bats & Beers and reveling in the possibility of a revival event. **
Bats & Beers – Brainchild of Nate Taylor, a friend of mine that has since moved to Hong Kong. What started out as a friendly get together on the rooftop of his condo building, Nate and I both saw something special and took it to the next level and invited breweries and restaurants together for a night of connections and collaboration. The whole concept was designed as a way to bring people together to support the very things Austin so wholeheartedly embraces on a daily basis, including the beautiful city itself as a backdrop.
There was nothing chasing the runners except bliss, still, they ran as fast as they could at Circle Brewing Company’s 0.5K micro marathon. The key is to just shuffle your legs, really. Speed walk at the pace one would take on the way to the bathroom in the middle of Avengers: Age of Ultron. And just like the servers at Alamo Drafthouse, the only real goal is to (quickly) walk the line between speed and spillage.
At Circle’s micro marathon, drinkers put human evolution to the test in three heats comprised of thirsty humans and one three-legged white dog, an embodiment of innocence and perseverance. Everyone with thumbs held two squeezable Silipints, unbreakable, immortal pint glasses filled with whichever Circle brew runners wanted to save from hitting the parking lot and guzzle at the end of the race. Simplicity is the soul of happiness, and the only thing runners had to do was wear and bib, drink until their heat, then keep their brews above a spill line marked on the cup.
The micro marathon is something remarkable. It’s not a seasonal release party or anniversary celebration, it’s a beer-fueled competition that encourages conversation as well as the purest form of a good time: drinking with strangers and doing your best to leave them in the dust. When holding two pints full of beer and doing some absurd form of speed-strutting, the least of us can become the greatest. There was no lull, either, only laughter and exaggerated stretching as the summery smell of sunscreen mixed with sweat. But the 0.5K was nothing to sweat over, and it’s something to certainly look forward to next year.
This Sunday, April 26th the fine folks at WhichCraft Beer Store are celebrating their store’s one year existence by throwing a killer party at Hops & Grain Brewery. You can snag a ticket here, but in the meantime, to celebrate this momentous achievement Carlos decided to sit down with owner and founder of WhichCraft Jody Reyes, along with some of the other crew members and talk about beer, people, and a lot of stuff in-between.
Dancing under cracking thunder, eardrums in the crowd pulse, this is bliss. Total happiness is being enfolded by beer and comforted by music, two of mankind’s best inventions. Enjoyment on such a heavenly scale is sadly rare, but the ever-expanding Untapped music and beer festival hopes to remedy that. Even in a place known as the live music capital of the world, there’s room for more music, more taps, and more happiness.
This Thursday through Saturday (April 23-25), Alamo Drafthouse and Dogfish Head Brewery are getting the gang back together to celebrate their 8th off-centered film festival (OCFF), and what a festival it’s looking to be. This year, each respective party decided to change things up a bit and throw a nautical themed festival, because apparently, as all the eastside hipsters have known for quite sometime, being centered is overrated.
With rare Dogfish Head and Austin based beers planning on flowing in mass quantities, and killer movie events such as Master Pancake Presents Titanic, and the Wes Anderson celebrated cult classic The Life Aquatic, I wouldn’t miss the boat for this one, because it’s going to be a pretty awesome boat.
In just under three days, Austin music and beer folk alike will be celebrating the first time the Untapped Indie Music and Beer Festival has hit within city limits. As such, we here at Stay Hoppy thought it’d be nice to continue sharing some tips we’ve learned from previous events to make your festival day be just a little happier (more like hoppier eh oh!). I know, I know you’re probably asking yourself “when there’s great beer and music involved, what could possibly happen to make my day go bad?” Well, standing in line while you could be drinking a beer for one. Another possibility is using up all your beer tickets before realizing that one beer you desperately wanted didn’t make the cut.
Well folks, it’s that time of the year again. The time of the year when the oak trees decide to go all The Happening on us and only get as far as causing massive allergies. It’s also the time of the year when beer seasons start changing to embrace the warm Texas sun and patio drinking becomes a temp job.
Most importantly, however, is that it’s the time of the year the grand folks out at Real Ale decide to celebrate their brewery birthday, and invite the masses to celebrate with them. And with that in mind, we here at Stay Hoppy decided to do things a little differently and instead of recapping the event, we’re sharing some of the lessons we’ve learned from past years.
At AB-InBev, we know you and your simple tastes. After all, we’ve created them—the only thing we’ve crafted in decades. Hell, generations. But still, don’t go. That’s all we’re asking. Please. We make you feel manly because real men don’t drink highfalutin fruit beers. Real men don’t even need a glass. Look, we know you’ve been drinking us since high school, and we even know that this—you and me, us—that’s a high school relationship, one built on convenience and a lack of options. Still, don’t go. We were all you wanted the whole you grew up, and now that you have, we’re all you want. That doesn’t need to change, we don’t need to change. Remember when there was nothing past us? We were adulthood. We gave you football games, fast races, commercials so close to soft-core porno that you thought your boyish fantasies were bleeding into reality. Now, though, we’re going to ask you one thing. Just this one thing. Are you listening? Good. Shut up. No, listen! Just shut up. Really. Drink our beer and like it, okay? Good. Now here’s your life: hard, manly work and chilled beer. All of that lived on repeat. We will continue to sell you the smallest experience possible and market it as a triumph, a truly manly achievement. Drink Responsibly.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a Budweiser stuck in a human face—forever.
A New Year’s Eve party should come in swinging, violent and tremendous. And why not? Drinkers rarely need any reason to celebrate, but no one should celebrate the passing of a year by drinking alone. Celebration should be done loudly with a mass of messy people all around. The party should bleed from one day into a whole other year, doubly so for parties that encourage a person to kiss the closest person to them at midnight. In all that bliss, beer should flow, which it certainly does at Austin Beer Garden Brewery, The ABGB.
To dance twenty-fourteen to death, a two swinging hundred person intimate party was thrown at The ABGB, with music provided by pianist Glover Gill and vocalist Thomas Escalante, who pre-gamed 8 ½ Souvenirs, accordion and standing bass and all. Past the live music presence, an interesting thing about The ABGB is how controlled their tap wall and menu both are, so most any party, big or small, can flow as fluidly as the garden’s damn delightful pilsner.
The ABGB is a place for everyone, even wine drinkers, for this year and hopefully years to come.
After NASA launched Orion away from the anchor of Earth’s gravity, it’s obvious that the spirit of the space race is alive. For most of us who aren’t astronauts, though, we’ll have to settle for beer to send us to the stars. So just in time to celebrate the new space age, Austin Beerworks launched their twenty-fourteen Sputnik Cuvee Coffee-infused oatmeal Russian Imperial Stout. It caused quite a roar, too. People weren’t hiding under desks. They stood in a line by the dozens, a boozy Black Friday. And in the end, they received the best deal they could wish for: beer.