I remember my First Geuze. I was with My Friends, My Friends Brian and Robert and Wilson. We were up in a Farmhouse (near Kill Devil Falls). My one buddy was Down with Disease, so my other friend ran into town, but he got a flat, so he had to come Back on the Train. It took so long, we thought we might be Waiting all Night, but eventually he Camel Walked in. Popped the cap, and we didn't know what to do with the cork, so Timber (Jerry) got out a Tweezer. Surprisingly, that worked, pours all around, and Billy Breathes in before we all took a Taste. I was thinking "do we Talk about this now, or..." Then the flavour hit my brain and it just Split Open and Melt. I was in heaven that night - hooked for life, though my enthusiasm faded slightly with the next morning's geuze Asse Festival.