And all I got was a T-shirt. OK, that's not all I got. I got to make people happy by pouring glasses of Deschutes reserve beers: The Dissident. The Abyss. Black Butte XXIX.
The line for The Abyss was pretty long. But well behaved.
The Oregon brewery brought 400-foot pub to Pere Marquette Park across the street from the Journal Sentinel building. Bands set up in the parking lot. The bar set up in the middle of Old World Third Street. I'd tell you more about the layout but I was working in the middle of it all.
At 3:30 we poured The Dissident. At 5:30 we poured The Abyss (kicked that keg in 30 minutes which I guess is a record but this is Milwaukee). At 7:30 we poured Black Butte. It's a curious perspective from which to watch people.
Some were kinder than kind, happily slipping in tips which, like the profits, went to the Hunger Task Force or the Westown Association. There were a couple guys who grumbled. One who left clutching his $5 token because I wouldn't give him two for one. Dude, it's for charity.
I met great people behind the bar. I met some fun people on the receiving side of the bar. And when it was over, I walked around in my giant Street Pub volunteer T-shirt (why did I get a large?) and sipped a glass of Black Butte XXIX in all its cocoa and cayenne goodness. Because I was off duty. And I could.