In a fit of insomnia-induced midnight madness I decided we should go to the Clarens Craft Beer Festival. Walter agreed, then went back to sleep.
The closer it came the more I panicked. Surely this was a huge mistake? Wouldn't there be drunken students and mad crowds? I decided we would have to manage our exposure to both quite carefully. I booked the most expensive food and beer pairing I could find for the night before the start of the festival and chose accommodation just beyond staggering distance from the festival itself. The pairing conveniently doubled as our Valentine's Day celebrations even though it was well after the actual date. This is how I rationalise the cost and appear thoughtful while cunningly avoiding commercial traps.It has nothing to do with forgetting the date. At all.
