Cardiff

Yesterday I ventured to the capital of Wales: Cardiff.  I have been twice before, but not for a whole day.  The Swansea University Real Ale Society made the annual trek via train for the Cardiff University Beer Festival.  It was a blast.  When one would think of the debauchery and wickedness of a Beer Festival, let alone at a University, the actual event would likely surprise you thoroughly.  It was chilled out.  It was held in the student union building, in a room that looks like a huge cafeteria.  One wall of the large room was lined with 70 casks of delicious British brewed ales and lagers.  It was a beautiful sight.  When you picked from the gourmet list, you could go to the casks and have the staff fill your souvenir pint glass.  Then you just sit down and chill out with your friends.  That is what I did anyway.  

Furthermore, the Swansea Real Ale Society has a tradition of dressing up for the occasion in 'fancy dress.'  The theme for this year was 'what did you want to be when you grew up?'  I didn't have much in the costume department, so I donned my bow tie, shaved down to a goatee and wore a sport coat and called myself a professor.  Other members had a bit more fun with the concept.  I leave the pictures to speak for themselves (coming soon).  

I must say that it has been a bit of a rough week.  I was very ill on Monday, but Sophia took the opportunity to give her maternal instincts a go.  She came by and gave me Sprite and some food.  She is a good girlfriend.  She's probably going to read this, maybe I'll get some points for it.  

Peerman is coming this afternoon via plane and train.  Should be just in time to go to the weekly Real Ale meeting, this time at the Railway again.  I am going to see if the brewer there will let us have a tour and maybe a job.  That would be a good thing, we'll see though.  I got some more good news, too.  I may or may not have some of my writing in the Wabash Magazine.  Either way, they already paid me, so it is a win/win.  If they don't, I'll just post the entry on here.  It was about the inspirational trip to Capriole Goat Cheese Farm.  Trust me, it was inspirational.  

Jay is heading our way tomorrow evening too, so the fun will likely be high in supply.  I hope to head up to a castle that my Dad recommended via one of his colleagues.  Should be a good time.  I'll keep you posted.