Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:57 pm
In April of this year, my wife went out of town to see her family for the weekend. Friday night, I hit up Rock Bottom, BJ's, and Gordon Biersch. I was so fucking hammered. After a few hours of sleep, it was time to brew my 4th AG batch--Jamil's Sweet Stout. My head was pounding, my gut was working itself into a shit-fit and I was dehydrated and dizzy.
I was still mashing in the kitchen (this was the last time I would do that, by the way). Mash went well. Hit my temps. SWEET! Started my first runnings. Drip, drip, drip... Son of a bitch. Stuck sparge. Stuck the end of the mash paddle in and tried to work it against the braid but I figured out later that all I was doing was smashing the braid.
So, in my brewing youth, I decided it would be a good idea just to unscrew the ball valve from the front of the cooler. Grains went every fucking where along with my wort. I was able to hurry up and get the mash tun into the top of the kettle but now I had all kinds of grains and shit all over the place. Tripped the GFCI breaker, too. About that time, a guy I had met on HBT showed up (my first time ever meeting him). He came in and thankfully gave me a hand. Ended up dumping the mash into my kettle, removed the braid, re-installed the ball valve and a long hose but I put a nylon bag on the end of the tubing to filter the wort.
After that debacle, we started boiling. Wow... hit my SG. After a little while of drinking and chit chatting, I realized that my little timer had not moved anywhere. It was still just sitting on the 45 minute mark. No idea how long I had boiled for already. Shit!!!
Finally boiled her all up and transferred the wort into my brand new glass carboy (I only had better bottles before). Holy shit! The holes on the carboys are a shit-ton smaller thant he better bottles. I didn't have a bung. So, I had to drive to my LHBS to buy a $1.95 bung (20 miles away).
9.5 hour brew day.
Beer came out fantastic!
Primary: Nada Damn Thing IPA
Secondary: ESB
Kegged: Jack Schittenweiss