Saturday, 10:35 AM, Somewhere on Interstate 465:
A phone rings.
"Did you hear the news?"
"No, Chris... what?"
"Hot Shotz burned down last night."
"Oh come on."
"Yeah, Bob Mack called me this morning."
"Okaaaay.... see you there."
"I'm at the storage shed, we'll be there shortly."
11:40 AM, Outlots of the burned out Hot Shotz, 96th and Gray Road
A few Knights of the Beer Roundtable stand under a tent, setting up tables.
"Go figure he tells us to get here at 11 and Chris isn't here yet."
I dial Chris up on his phone.
"Hey, I've got some good news."
"I just saved a bunch of money on car insurance. Where are you?"
"I'll be there in a minute."
"I'm getting lunch."
Six men are standing in a circle, holding vinyl signs, some rope, duct tape, and a knife
"I think we can just tape it to the rope."
"Our power just went out."
"Maybe we shouldn't have everything plugged in right next to the water spout?"
"Buy a raffle ticket. That bottle of beer is like $70 on Ebay. But if you sell it there I'm going to kill you."
"Chris, I'm surprised you were able to pull off this many brewers this late. Especially with Brew Ha Ha last week..."
"Well, I dropped Hoosier Beer Geek a lot. I think that helped."
"Well I hope they're happy.."
"Can I have some of that beer?"
"You know what? We've been closed for a half hour, you won a trip to Great American Beer Fest... I think you did well enough today. We're done serving."
"Ok, I'll just drink the bottle in my pocket."
"Chris, you need anything?"
"I think we're good."
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I was lazy all day Sunday, so pictures we'll have pictures here tomorrow. Bob Ostrander from Indiana Beer has a few, including some of the fire damage at Hot Shotz.
For those of you that attended, thank you. We'd love to hear whatever comments or suggestions you have.