Great American Beer Festival Diary, Day 2
It's something like 1 a.m. when I first arrive at my Airbnb. I finagle the front door key out of its lockbox, unlock the door, flick my contact lenses into a trash bin, slide open…
It's something like 1 a.m. when I first arrive at my Airbnb. I finagle the front door key out of its lockbox, unlock the door, flick my contact lenses into a trash bin, slide open…