I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and while I was slightly apprehensive, I ended up having a freaking blast! Not to mention it was just what I needed to pull me out of my funk...
I don't believe I've ever started drinking at 9:30 in the morning, but I highly recommend it. Well, maybe not everyday, but every now and then make a day of it. Okay, maybe just special occasions. That was what I'd call the Trot 'n Brew. A very special occasion. Like I said, I was a little leary of what exactly this race from bar to bar in a small woodsy community in the middle of Pennsylvania would entail, but I should have never doubted the fun factor. I mean, how can a race involving beer ever be uneventful? Excuse me, I use the word "race" loosely. While some of our party decided to actually RUN this ale-fueled trot, my friend Sarah and I committed early on to taking a stroll, a decision I would say we're both pleased with. We met several interesting people along the way, and had a lot of laughs, not to mention alot of beer, which made the final approach to the finish line most hilarious.
Trot 'n Brew festivities were followed by more beer, more laughs, TONS of food, more than a few turns down a slightly lacking slip 'n slide, which of course meant even MORE laughs, a few dance moves and an unexpected wild trip on a golf cart. A big thanks to our host and his parents for really welcoming the gang and showing us a good time.
All in all, it was a weekend that I desperately needed. Lots of people, lots of laughing, lots of talking, lots of acting silly and lots of not worrying about all of life's problems. Just relaxing and having fun. Trot 'n Brew, I'll do you again anytime. I'm a believer. :)
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