Last month, I took a trip back home for 10k Lakes Festival, and had the luxury of drinking good beer again. One of my very dear friends, works for Summit Brewing Co. which brews the closest thing to perfection, human lips can taste. I took a very large empty suitcase with me, knowing she'd be coming home full of the good stuff. I got to the airport and before I got into the terminal I opened up the suitcase and secured the bottles the best I could, and as I went to weigh it, the girl told me I was roughly 8 pounds over, so she would need to charge me $50. In truth, I actually pondered paying the $50, as in my mind it was going to be soooo worth it once I got back to the Golden State, knowing I had the best beer in all of Los Angeles!
Alas, I am but a broke struggling actor after all, so I had to at least try and weasel out of the $50. So, with only a few minutes left to board the plane, I juggled some items to my carry on, threw away some unnecessary items I could buy once I arrived home (deodorant, toothpaste, etc...) and took the precious "Summit-case" back to the scale. "You are still 1 pound over sir" the gal at the desk sadly informed me. "Ugh, this is a nightmare" I thought. I was now down to the essentials, stuff I just couldn't part with. So, keeping in line with the theme all weekend, I proudly unzipped the case, pulled out 1 tall Summit bomber, and walked to the gal at security who was helping me transfer things, and I said "Here, this is for you" and with a smile she said "Well, thank you...and while I don't drink beer, I will make sure to give this to somebody who will appreciate it as much as you do"
...and so, I returned my precious goods back to the baggage desk, just 1 bottle shy, but knowing it went to a good home. I am happy to report that his friends had a safe flight home, and they are chilling in the refrigerator right now, and tonight we will reflect on the journey we had last month by the pool, and the good times of 10KLF, and seeing great friends back home.
Slante!
