Now, the Royals are playing below .500 baseball, the country is kinda fighting 2 wars, we have a President who advocates killing anyone he deems the enemy with absolutely no oversight, you can't smoke in bars, Pat and Brad have the reins of the KC Beer Blog while Wes Port is living in Los Angeles via Seattle, Weston and Chambord are brand new parents somewhere in China and I live in Virginia Beach.
Wes Port started this thing 5 years ago today, presumably in a fit of boredom, solely as a way for him to track which bars he'd gone to and their happy hour specials. A week or so after, he asked me to write my brand of nonsense on the blog, we came up with these bitchin' pseudonyms and started documenting our drinking. You can go back and read the archives if you want, there's no reason to unless you want to read about happy hour specials of places long forgotten and 2 guys gushing over Stella Artois, a beer I liked so much I tagged my wife with the pseudonym, Stella.
This blog has had numerous contributors over the years; Wes Port, myself, Weston, Chimpotle, Paul A. Ner, JJSKCK, Pat and Brad. Not only that, but we also have numerous friends of the blog who've offered help, guidance, friendship, lunches, beers, etc. I hesitate to call out names for fear of leaving someone out, especially those that have helped Pat and Brad but, I'm going to give it a shot because they're pretty important...ok, I tried but the list got long and boring for the reader who, ultimately, is the most responsible for the KC Beer Blog still being around. If it weren't for the readers this blog would have been abandoned like so many of the other blogs that have started since Wes typed the first words here. Instead I roped Pat and Brad into continuing spewing beer news and life into this thing.
When we started, we didn't know that much, but we did know we loved beer. And I like to think that Kansas City has grown into a beer loving town as we have grown. There was no Blanc, no Swagger, no Martin City Brewing Company, no Flying Saucer, no Riot Room, no All Star Pizza, no beer centric place that has sprung since I left and don't know anything about (see what I did there, I covered my bases). All Kansas City really had was 75th Street Brewery,
I'll finish this blogsturbation with a little story. We were in town for a night last week and made our way to Blanc for some burgers and beers. A young lady sat down at the table next to ours and ordered a Lagunitas Little Sumpin' Sumpin'. It made me happy all over.