vast_reaction
Well-Known Member
I brewed my first batch of beer last night.
My back is tight from lifting a 5 gallon bucket of wort repeatedly. My shoulders ache and burn from my vigorous aeration techniques. I made a few mistakes, I shouted obscenities at myself and inanimate objects a few times, and I generally hurt.
Yet, after sealing it up and sleeping for 8 hours, I wake up to the sight of a briskly bubbling airlock. This is like watching The Matrix for the first time, or that jaw-dropping awe at the last 20 minutes of Fight Club. Holy sh!t, I could watch this thing for hours. I could invite friends over to eat popcorn while we point at this thing and giggle.
I'm hooked. D@mn, I'm hooked.
-Matt
My back is tight from lifting a 5 gallon bucket of wort repeatedly. My shoulders ache and burn from my vigorous aeration techniques. I made a few mistakes, I shouted obscenities at myself and inanimate objects a few times, and I generally hurt.
Yet, after sealing it up and sleeping for 8 hours, I wake up to the sight of a briskly bubbling airlock. This is like watching The Matrix for the first time, or that jaw-dropping awe at the last 20 minutes of Fight Club. Holy sh!t, I could watch this thing for hours. I could invite friends over to eat popcorn while we point at this thing and giggle.
I'm hooked. D@mn, I'm hooked.
-Matt