This morning I took the girlfriend to the airport at 3:30 because I'm the best boyfriend ever. Since I was up I decided to get an early start at the brewery. Obviously there was nobody at the Wynkoop this morning and the only other souls I saw downtown were the guy delivering the newspaper and some dude riding his mountian bike through the moon lit streets of downtown. Maybe he was training for some kind of race because why the hell else would one be riding a bike at 4:30 a.m? It's mind bottling.
So I get into the brewery, turn the alarm off and turn on some lights. I also need some tunes to break the silience and to stop freaking myself out from all the little creeks and cracks of the old building. As I get in to the brew, it is actually sort of nice and almost reminds me of my homebrewing days when all I would worry about is the brew itself. When I get to the brewery later in the day, people are all around asking me various questions, the little Mexican janitor says, "My Friend," because he doesn't know much else, and I stare at everybody's food because of the constant hunger pains assoiciated with the 6'3" frame. But this morning it is just me and a mash tun full of 1290 pounds of sweet malted barley to produce Big Easy Barleywine, which should come out to about 10.5% ABV. The only unfortunate thing is that I may not have the enjoyment to trying the finished product as I am off the brewing school in 6 weeks. This beer will need to age for a couple of months to mellow out all of the residual sugars.
The janitors have finally started to show up and the managers will be here in aproximatly an hour and this will turn in to another day. But I realize how great it is when I can fully concentrate on the brew at hand and forget about all of the managerial issues, gossip and nitpick things that are also assoicated with working in a brewpub.