Well, it’s time for one of the best beer festivals in the country, the BeerAdvocate Belgian Beer Festival in Boston, Massachusetts.

Bruce will be attending, pouring three of the beers he brewed for the Rohrbach Brewing Company. I will not be attending. Because my wife has planned a Finger Lakes wine tour for us. And she was incredibly attached to the date of Saturday, September 27. So instead of taking part in one of the great beer fests as an exhibitor, I’ll be doing something we can do any friggin’ weekend. Awesome.

My car, however, is making the trip. Bruce is using the Honda Element to carry his kegs. In the meantime, I’m driving his smelly-ass diesel VW Golf. Christ, all that thick black smoke and those fumes; It’s like driving the nation of Romania.

If you didn’t prepurchase tickets to this festival, you’re fucked, but be advised that some of the world’s great brewers will be out on the prowl in Boston’s finer beer bars (Bukowski’s over by the Boylston Street Hilton seems to be a favorite hangout), so maybe you can talk beer with the pros.

For my part, all I can do is point you to my take on last year’s festival and dream about everything I will not get to taste this time around.

I hope my wife doesn’t read this; at least not until after the wine tour.

-Mark