nyer
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We arrived in Ocean City MD last Thursday and found rain, high winds and sand in the pool and all over the boardwalk. So much for sun and the beach. Well, I figured at least I finally get to do the brewery tour at Dogfishhead. I called to make a reservation even though I figured nobody in their right mind would be there with the weather like it was. The lady tells me they are booked solid until next Wednesday. I can't believe it. First no Randall at the brewpub and now this. Last year we got lost and missed the brewery tour. I just can't believe my luck. I decided to call and beg, I was willing to do anything. That doesn't work because nobody answered my 4 calls. At this point the weather sucks and DFH is out so I'm ready to drive 8 hours home right then and there. About two hours later my wife and I are walking on the sandy windy boardwalk when my sister calls me from the hotel, she called the brewery and explained the situation and they are letting us go on the tour. The bad part, we have to be there in 1 hour and we are 5 minutes from the hotel and an hour drive to the brewery. We ran like hell and I drove even faster. We arrived 10 minutes late but the lady in the lobby was actually waiting for us and rushed us in. I find out later my sister told them I was their biggest fan and I had a huge DFH tattoo on my back. We do the tour and get the samples and I'm happy as could be. I told everyone it was the second best beer day of my life. I was feeling pretty good because only me and my wife like their beer so the other 4 people gave us all of their samples. I noticed something strange going on in the tasting room, there was a guy wandering around dressed like a cop and there were others dressed up too. They were dressed liked the village people. We walk outside and I see the "village people" are playing bocce ball and they are drinking away having a great time. I walked up to the guy dressed like a cop and asked we started chatting. Turns out they are all employee's and they dress up and drink and play bocce on Fridays. The guy was really cool and I could have hung out there all day. I told him I would like to have a job there and he told me to go in and talk to a lady inside before I leave. I jokingly asked him if Sam knew what they did on Fridays and he tells me he is Sam. I laughed and walked away not believing him. When I get home I look on the internet and find a picture of Sam Calagione, it was him. I could kick myself in the ass. I took pictures all over the place and never even considered that was really him. It was way too cool.