What's wrong with this picture:
Steve Thomas (of Thomas Family Winery, pictured below) and I were sharing our disappointment with the festival committee's poor decision making skills, inept ability to communicate, and absence of virtue when it was jointly decided that the weekend would play out much better if we kept our discontent amongst ourselves and our big mouths shut. Right at that moment a female voice called out from behind the Bud Light table,
"Steve, are you almost done with that cigar?"
"Why, yes, I am," Steve replied, "Is it offending you?"
"Yes, it is," she retorted.
"Well, your beer is offending us," I interjected, glancing momentarily at Steve as if to say 'so much for that'.
"It's not my beer," she spat.
"Well, then you should be even more ashamed to be serving it," I replied.
The committee member responsible for the AB presence quickly threw a warning flag. The lovely Bud trailer volunteer that had expressed disdain for good tobacco (and good beer by default) quickly charmed me into an apology and, as she predicted, we were "friends before the end of the weekend". hrmmph.
Yes, I have draft trailer envy. btw Harvey, where the &%@$ is mine?