Beer festivals can be exhausting
In theory the promise of hundreds of breweries pouring samples far and wide sounds thrilling, in practice it's often a tedious exercise in line-waiting that leaves you cranky, tired, and wet. Maybe that's just me. I have terrible luck with weather at those things.
I used to hate the things I now love
There was a time in my life when IPAs were revolting, double IPAs were doubly so, and my reaction to sour beer was, "That's a thing? That can't possibly be a thing! Oh wow this terrible… am I on a prank show? This can't possibly be a real beer!" Now the first thing I do with any beer menu is scan it for sours. The whole "acquired taste" thing isn't bullshit, I swear.