I went to a beer festival yesterday; which was fun, but I drew the short straw which meant I had the honor of being the DD, which is less fun, though necessary. In the end I was kinda happy about it as the beer festival tours don't really have much to offer me. Sure there was a bunch of stuff that I wanted to try, but nothing that I can't get my hands on elsewhere. Three hundred beers in one place is awesome and if you are trying to refine your palette or get a handle on your preferences it's well worth the money, but all-in-all I think my friends and I have put together better quality tastings with substantially less beers but a much higher quality. The DD ticket was $10 so I saved $25; I'm okay with that.
I read Catching Fire and Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins this month. I'm also still plugging away at Daniel Martin by John Fowles. I love the latter but it is slow slow slow. I don't say that as a bad thing, just a thing.
My reading output thus far this year has been pitiful, but I'm telling myself I'll come on strong later.
Surprisingly little to say for March. I feel sure there is more to share but nothing else comes to mind. I'll try to be more interesting in April.