Warning! Incoming first world problems post!
I've come across a problem, you see...
Do you remember the excitement of sitting at a fancy beer bar or strolling through the aisles of your local bottle shop and marveling at the endless bounty of beer choices in front of you? Or the reckless abandon of going to your first beer fest and darting from booth to booth to try the latest and greatest rarity from that one brewery you don't get in your area? Or even that first sip from the first time you tracked down a bottle of something called "Pliny the Elder"... That one green label beer your "beer friend" told you about.
After a while, you're high on life and the beer scene. You have tasted plenty of whalez (brah), you've traveled to some of your favorite breweries and tasted their finest barrel aged offerings, and even finally grown a respectable beard. You're really in the flow of the beer scene. I mean you obviously have good taste in beer reading material since you're reading this.
Time goes on and eventually you don't want to go to every beer fest. You've tasted it all! Why drive another 45 minutes to a beer fest in bum Fuck nowhere when you can go to total wine and pick up your favorite six pack? (Or more. I never leave total wine with less than $100 of beer. It's my target.) Why Chase those whalez when there are almost 3000 brewies in the United states?
This is the crux of it. I'm at this point. What is a beer man to do? Where does he find fresh love for the beer arts? I still enjoy beer... A lot. I still want to go to beer fests sometimes. If anyone has any advice on how to proceed, please let me know.