#Appalachian Brewing Company

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Time of Our Lives | Dancer!Jake Seresin x dancer!reader | Dirty Dancing AU

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Characters & pairings: dancer!Jake Seresin x dancer!reader (romantic)

Content warnings: fluff, light profanity, pop culture references | Female!reader (she/her) | WC: 8.8k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @eternalsams 🩶🥹)

Premise: what happens when two childhood best friends from well off families reunite at a country club leading into a summer that would impact their careers for eternity while dancing around a decades worth of brewing feelings and recreating an iconic dance for the country clubs annual showcase? Here’s a hit, it’s gonna be like that one song Baby and Johnny fell in love to.

Note: I am alive and just know I (quite literally) had the time of my life writing this piece. It brought me back to my 80s movies/dirty dancing hyperfixation 😭 @eternalsams thank you so much for your patience and requesting this gem. I hope I did you Justice and dancer Jake has my heart and soul. Thank you for trusting me with your vision 🩶

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“You could at least act like you’re having fun, Y/n,” came the scolding words of her mother when she noticed the unamused expression Y/n possessed.

A natural state she would describe since they arrived at the resort. And what Y/n could not depart from no matter how hard she tried.

Summertime. The best time of year for some folks who are eager to get away from the stress and drama of work and school to relax and have fun. Whether it be a week or two whole months. For high school dance teacher Y/n L/n, her ideal summer vacation would be in the comfort of her own home with a book or chilling at her favorite resultant sipping on Margaritas while enjoying live music. Going out with her small select group of friends to dance was also on her list of summer necessities…but her family had other plans.

To kick off her 2023 summer break—which is to last nearly three weeks if she manages to survive—Y/n and her family were at an upscale Catskills resort located in the Appalachian Mountains not too far from New York, the place she currently called home. A snazzy estate one may add, for it was filled with alumni from the top Ivy League schools in the country.

And Y/n’s personal hell.

Of course she loved spending time with her parents and siblings….to an extent. But, when they’re constantly berating her life choices by becoming a dance instructor—on top of displeased opinions of her love life—-Y/n felt suffocated by them.

It was like she could never live up to the expectation they had of her no matter how much she proved herself and her talent. Not only were her parents highly respected doctors in their community, but her sister graduated Summa Cum Laude at Yale Law School, marrying her college sweetheart before taking a job at one of the city’s top firms. Then there was her brother. He went on to become a naval fighter pilot, distinguished and respected with his place at number one in his class during his year at Top Gun. His wife was a trauma nurse who worked at the same hospital as her parents.

Yet here she was—mind you, a former member of the New York City Ballet Company, Juilliard Alumni, performed at the Super Bowl, toured with Rihanna in the mid early 2010s, appeared in several music videos, and teaches at the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts—unable to adhere to their standards.

Parents…they want what’s best for their children. Right?

Yeah she found that hard to believe.

If only they saw her in the Ballroom. And no, not talking about the kind you see on Dancing With The Stars. She’s talking about the Ballroom that calls New York its home.

But also ballroom dancing. Her sister would have a heart attack if she discovered Y/n danced Bachata with Prince Royce at a New York latin club.

“Fun?” Y/n scoffed, sipping at her glass of champagne resulting in a light cringe at the taste. For rich people one would think they’d have the best there was. What just hit her tastebuds was something out of a box container imposing as fancy liquor. “I don’t see how anyone could find this type of rendezvous fun, mother.” She received a scolding glare.

“Keep your voice down,” the older woman kept looking around to see if anyone heard, “these are our friends.”

“Your friends,” Y/n corrected. There was no way in hell she’d consider any of the fake people in front of her friends. No matter how long their families have been acquainted. None of them liked each other, and were always trying to one up whenever someone voiced an accomplishment.

Instead of answering, Y/n’s mother simply walked away with an annoyed huff. No longer in the mood to argue. Rolling her eyes, Y/n downed the last of her champagne before making way out the french doors of the lounge and into one of the many patios. The sunshine greeted her with its vibrant and warm rays. Chatter from the guests sitting under umbrellas and beside the pool filled her ears. Y/n placed her sunglasses and booked it across until she was on the pathway leading to the guesthouse she and her family were staying.

“Y/n!” Had it been anyone else the woman would’ve mentally signed, but the voice behind the greeting was none other than her childhood best friend growing up, Natasha. A genuine smile appeared on her face as she turned around.

“Hey, Nat!” the two embraced in a hug, “Been a while, huh?” In truth the two hadn’t seen each other face to face since 2019 when Natasha moved to California to base her talent agency. Despite this, Natasha still traveled every year to Caskilles around this time to see her family, whereas Y/n remained in New York due to shows and gigs.

“More like four years,” a playful nudge was sent her way, “girl you left me here to fend for myself. I should feel betrayed,” Nat smirked, “but I can’t blame you. The only reason I keep coming to this place is to please my mom. It’s the only time all of us siblings are under the same roof.”

Natasha was the oldest of four and the only daughter to three sons. Her father had been the Mayor of New York City while her mother was the former District Attorney. All of her brothers had achieved prospective careers. Antonio, the second oldest, had been drafted by the MLB and currently played for the Washington Nationals. Dominic, the middle brother, was a nuclear engineer who rarely ever got time off but always managed to get a week in the summer. Lastly the youngest of the bunch, Victor, was a professional photographer who went on tour with artists like Journey, Lionel Richie, Daddy Yankee, and Stevie Nicks.

For Natasha, she had fallen in love with the fashion industry at a young age. After graduating from the Fashion Institute of Technology Natasha received an intern position at Vogue Magazine before becoming a product and brand marketing manager at Louis Vuitton, for which she got the opportunity to live in Paris, France for four years. There she got to work closely with Virgil Abloh, who unfortunately passed away in 2021, and Nicolas Ghesquiere.

As of 2022 Nat relocated to San Francisco and developed her own talent agency for aspiring models and fashion photographers who come from low-income backgrounds, LGBTQIA+, people of color and disabilities. With its success Nat’s had several clients on the face of Vogue and walking runways at every fashion week.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n said, the two beginning to walk down the path together, “Life’s been hectic. During the pandemic there were little to no gigs so I had no idea what to do.” Unfortunately being in the dance industry meant competitive opportunities with a maybe 10% success rate if lucky. Y/n’s last big break was dancing with Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande in their ‘Rain on Me’ music video. Y/n occasionally attended the Balls in New York, but hadn’t walked a category in ages.

She did have a following on social media, which bought in a reasonable amount of income. Over 100k on YoutTube and roughly 2 half a million on TikTok. Instagram had close to 3 million since it had been the primary platform in the 2010s and several of her dance videos went viral.

“I understand,” Nat nodded solemnly, “It was like that for me too. It’s nice the world is slowly going back to normal. Although,” she paused to chuckle, “the amount of damage control getting bookings back to their normal pace was probably the most stressful point in my career.”

“Has it been easier now?” They stopped at a little bench overlooking the lake, “I saw you were at fashion week.”

Nat instantly brightened. “Much better than before I will say. We’ve got a great wave of new clientele—I just landed this fella a cover with GQ so I’m pleased with that.” Y/n congratulated her before the agent changed the subject, “But enough about me, what about you?”

The woman scoffed, “Well my last big thing was the Lady Gaga music video—and that was going on three years now,” the thought made her frown. It wasn’t like her to go so long without a gig. “I auditioned for a spot on Beyoncé’s tour.”

“The Renaissance tour,” Nat nearly gagged. It was all anyone could talk about since tickets went on sale earlier that year. Nat managed to snag two for her and her boyfriend for the Los Angeles show. “And?”

“I’ll know in about a month or so if I book it.”

“You so got it,” Nat assured with a tap on her shoulder, “You’re one of the best dancers in the world. You danced with Madonna at the Super Bowl,” her gaze became pointed, “and toured with Rihanna. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Nat,” Y/n laughed, though deep down she felt the hope in her rise.

Rolling her eyes, Natasha leaned back against the bench and was about to comment when someone in the distance caught her eye. “Is that who I think it is?”

Peeking over her shoulder, Y/n suddenly straightened her posture upon seeing the blonde man grinning from ear to ear as they made eye contact. Jake Seresin certainly landed on the right side of the puberty coin. With his tan, muscular frame, gorgeous green eyes, blonde hair and smile that belonged on the cover of a magazine, he was a sight for sore eyes.

“Ladies, fancy seeing you two here on this beautiful afternoon.”

A wave of butterflies simmered in Y/n’s tummy, a shy smile forming as he approached the bench. It’d been several years since the two saw each other despite being friends since childhood. “Jake,” she greeted, moving to accept his hug when he opened his arms. Natasha followed before the two sat back down, “It’s good to see you. Is your mom with you?”

Like Natasha and her family, Jake’s were part of the same circuit in terms of highly respected, sometimes influential people. His mother, a doctor, was a colleague of Y/n’s parents, and his late father was one of Texas’ Congressmen during the 2000-2010s. Jake’s only sibling, his sister Krista, was a young adult novelist with over ten publications.

Jake on the other hand was like Y/n: a professional dancer and known in the industry as a real life Ken Doll. He had a massive following online, choreographed music videos and tours—even went on tour with Bruno Mars, Justin Bieber, & Ariana Grande—and was a guest judge on ‘So You Think You Can Dance,”. During the pandemic a lot of his dance sequences went viral and became trends, Y/n even posted on to which he reposted with the caption, “you know I had to shine the spotlight on my favorite dance partner. Miss you Y/n/n.”

You can bet Y/n experienced internal fireworks.

There was no denying she had a crush on Jake growing up. The two were inseparable whenever their families stayed at the resort. They’d even make trips out to each other during winter break, eventually attended Juilliard at the same time, and collaborated early in their careers. Jake and Y/n used to sneak out of the country club when they were younger to dance on the dock while blasting music from the boom box they’d stolen from the lounge. They learned ballroom together, competing in competition without Y/n’s family having knowledge of it.

Unlike Y/n’s parents, Jake’s mom and dad approved of his career choice. Though skeptical in the beginning, they grew to be very supportive and attended his showcases at school, the concert he was performing in and kept up with what he was doing.

Because of their disapproval of her pursuing dance, Y/n believes their learning of Jake’s endeavors resulted in them no longer coming to the country club if he and his family were there. They also never asked about him or worked with his mother despite being in the same field. It’s like they blamed Jake for Y/n not becoming what they wanted her to be: a doctor or a lawyer.

“She and my sis are settling in,” he gestured down the path he came, where several cabins were located. “We just got in about an hour ago.”

“How long are you guys here for?” The question came from Nat, who threw a look at Y/n.

Jake didn’t notice, “a couple weeks. Needed a break from the world—and Mr. Collins asked me to help him with this showcase he’s putting together.” Y/n raised her brow.

“Showcase?”

“It’s more for the youngins,” Jake explained. “He asked if I could help teach some dance lessons for those interested.” Though it physically hurt not to react, Y/n somehow managed to remain neutral. Even putting a semi-fake smile.

How come Mr. Collins didn’t ask her?

“Stop it,” the voice in her head said, “it’s not a competition and you know Jake would never be upset if the roles were reversed.”

“Wow, Jake, that's great!” She was happy for him. And scolded herself mentally for the childish thought she had. Jake was an exceptional dancer and a great teacher. Y/n had watched some of his YouTube videos in passing and had no doubt he could get the job done.

“Say if you have the time I’d be happy to have you join in,” he flashes a smile that would have any girl weak in the knees. “I’d say you’re more of an expert in certain areas that I’m not really well acquainted with.” Warmth fills her chest.

“I’d love to. Thank you, Jake.”

The second he departed Natasha was on Y/n. “Girl, if you do not hop on that—.”

“Natasha!”

“What?” She whispers shouts after being hushed, “you’re into him, he’s so into you,” Y/n’s expression is that of, ‘You’re delusional’. “Skip the previews and start the movie.” Now that was a metaphor Y/n had not heard before, but clever nonetheless.

“Jake and I have been friends for years,” Y/n brushed her off. “I am not going to risk ruining what we have because of some middle school crush.” The brunette rolls her eyes.

“But it’s not, ‘some middle school crush.’ You’ve had feelings for him for over decades now—which is a conversation for another day,” Y/n makes a sound of offense, but does not deny the woman. “It’s time to put on your big girl panties and get your man.”

She’s quiet for a moment, glancing to her feet, “What if it’s not meant to be. My family would never approve—.”

“Like you’ve let them dictate what you do in life.”

“My point is—,” Y/n cuts back, “I’ve already disappointed them with my career path. Call me naive or delusional, but I don’t want to have to deal with constantly being berated for my choice of partner. Jake is wonderful in every aspect, but what he does will just set my parents off again for another twenty years if by some miracle we start something up.”

Natasha sighs, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Sometimes you have to accept that parents are always going to have their opinions that are unchangeable. And you have to let go of the hope they’ll come around. Y/n, you’ve dealt with this since you were seventeen, maybe it’s time to distance yourself from it.”

“And if it all backfires and I end up alone?”

“You’ll never be alone,” she nudges her, “I’m here. And even if it all blows to hell, then at least you can say you tried.”

The next day Y/n found Jake at the little studio room the club used to teach waltz lessons. She was met with his gorgeous smile and an army of preteens in the middle of showing off who could do the best tik tok dance. “I see I’ve interrupted a very important matter.”

“None wanted to do the one I created,” he dramatically pouts, “saying it was too complicated.”

She laughed, “Well they’re not wrong.”

“Hey!”

For the next week, Y/n and Jake spent four hours a day--two in the morning and two in the afternoon--with the kids teaching them different styles of dance. Of course the crowd favored breakdancing, hip hop, modern, and vogue, but would request to watch Jake and Y/n perform routines they used to do back in the day. Swing was a popular one, as was quickstep and jive because of its upbeat and face paced. One day Jake busted out his tap dancing skills while Y/n displayed some ballet.

“How can a person do that?” a kid commented as she stood on revelé. Jake leaned down, whispering, “she’s secretly an alien from another planet.”

“C’mon I wanna show you something,” Jake grabs her hand one night after dinner. He leads her to a cabin not too far from the main resort where members of the staff have started a party. On the speakers were some 2000s hits that summed up the millennial crowd. Jake waved to some of the guys who ran group activities in the corner, Y/n spotted the culinary department at the food table. And if she were to glance at the door on the opposite end of the cabin, she’d see the housekeeping passing around an object containing a certain plant.

“What’s this?”

“The only place where the workers get to catch a break after spending all day with those uptight rich folks. They call it ‘Dirty Dancing’,” Y/n’s expression becomes amused, letting out a soft laugh.

“Like the 80s movie with Patrick Swayze?” Jake beams.

“The one and only,” taking her hand once more, he leads her to the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”

To say the two became the life of the party was an understatement. Jake spun Y/n to the sound of her laughter and Elvis ‘Jailhouse Rock’. Jumping up and down with a crowd around them to Pitbull’s “Give Me Everything.”

“Tonight, I want all of you tonight,” They pointed to each other, “Give me everything tonight.” Y/n pointed to the girl beside her, “For all we know we might not get tomorrow. Let’s do it tonight.” Jake fist pumped with some guys around him, “Don’t care what they say, or what games they play. Nothing is enough, ‘til they handle love.” people in the back shouted “let’s do it tonight.”

“I want you tonight, I want you to stay,” Jake gave Y/n a look, “I want you tonight,” she squealed upon him pulling her toward him, “Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey.” the entire house exploded into the chorus. Everyone having the time of their lives, it felt like a scene from a movie.

Y/n pulled girls into the middle during Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies.’ Then they carried the party when ‘Year 3000’ by the Jonas Brothers came on. “He said, ‘I've been to the year 3000. Not much has changed, but they lived underwater. And your great-great-great-granddaughter is doing fine!”

Some staff who happened to be part of the New York Ballscene recognized Y/n, leading to a vogue battle to commence. “This is what I wanna see!”

Let’s just say….that was the moment Jake knew he was in love.

“‘Cause we are living in a material world. And I am a material girl,” The next morning Y/n was rudely awoken by her ringtone. “Hello,” her groggy voice answered, hearing Jake on the opposite end sounding equally as tired.

“Are you busy this afternoon in between lessons?”

“Not that I know of. What’s up?”

“I just got off the phone with Collin,” his tone shifted to one she couldn’t decipher, “He’s asking if you and I would be interested in performing at the showcase.” Jolting from the bed, Y/n was fully awake.

“Come again.”

“You and me. Me and you,” Jake repeated, “we put on a little number for the finale.”

Fiddling with her pajama top, Y/n suddenly became nervous. The night before she was on Cloud 9 with the way Jake was looking at her. They danced the night away and those feelings she desperately tried to hide were slowly becoming difficult to keep down. “What did you have in mind?”

“Time of My Life, really?” The two were at the studio dressed in comfy attire they usually danced in. “Don’t you think that’s a little cliche.”

“I thought it was fitting,” the blonde rebutted. Jake suggested the two perform the iconic dance sequence at the end of the 80s classic. “What, you got something against it?”

She rolled her eyes, “Only that my parents blame my childhood obsession with it as the reason I didn’t follow their dreams for me.” Jake made a face.

“They’re still not over that?”

“Nope,” She popped the ‘p’. “In fact they still remind me every chance they get about it.”

Jake finished setting up the song loop, standing from his crouching position, “Well, let’s prove just how wrong they were when you blow their mind with your talent at the showcase.”

Between the giggles and constantly finding any moment to procrastinate, it was a miracle the two managed to choreograph a routine. It wasn’t an exact copy of the iconic dance Baby and Johnny performed, but they kept some elements in.

Including the lift.

“Jake, I don’t know about this,” Y/n shivered when her body hit the cold water, following him until their waists were submerged. The whole idea made her nervous. It was an intimidating maneuver.

Jake, however, did not show any sign of hesitation. “Worried I’d drop you?” he teased, “I thought you trusted me? We used to do this all the time as kids.”

“Exactly. I do trust you, but we’re not fifteen anymore. I’m not--,” he cut her off gently.

“Don’t say what I think you’re about to say,” his look was soft but serious at the same time. “You have nothing to worry about. And besides, we’re out here taking precautions instead of being in the studio where if something did go wrong, we’re not as likely to end up in the ER.”

Sighing, Y/n rubbed her eyes. “Fine, let’s just get this over with, before I drown in embarrassment..”

About two and half hours of non-stop repetition of Jake lifting Y/n in the air passed. Sometimes he purposely lost footing so they both planted into the freezing lake water and other times he genuinely faltered. “Jake!”

“I’m sorry!” Thankfully at least one out of every ten attempts were a success. By that we’re talking they were able to hold the position for more than four seconds. “Okay, we’re done for the day.”

As the sun started to set, Jake climbed onto the dock before pulling Y/n up. “Thanks,” she took the towel he handed her, immediately squeezing the excess water from her hair. “Well that was fun.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, grabbing his towel. “I think we made some great progress. We’ll go through the whole routine tomorrow and see what needs adjustments.” The showcase was in just over a week, meaning they were crunching down on time.

“Sounds like a plan.” Stars painted the sky, the two eventually sitting on the dock with their towels wrapped around them. Soft music played from Jake’s speaker.

“How’s it been for you?” Jake was the one to break the silence, “thinking about it, we haven’t really got the chance to catch up. New York still treating you well?”

“Oh uh,” Y/n swallowed, unsure of how to answer without sounding too pessimistic. “It’s been alright. I’ve been teaching for the last two years.”

“A teacher you say? Where at?”

“Frank Sinatra School of Arts.” Jake’s smile grew.

“That’s amazing!” Butterflies erupted at his praise. “I’m happy for you, Y/n, really. You’re inspiring the next generation.”

“Thanks,” she looked away, unable to keep eye contact when her heart was beating so fast. ‘Geez, why am I like this? He’s making me feel like I’m fourteen again.’ “I’ve enjoyed it. My students were amazing.” Jake raised a curious brow.

“Are you not teaching anymore?”

Y/n bit her lip, “well, I haven’t renewed my contract for the upcoming school year yet,” she paused before adding, “I’m waiting to find out if I got a spot on this tour I auditioned for.” Now Jake was super curious. Lots of artists were touring that summer. The Jonas Brothers, Big Time Rush, Kesha, SZA, and of course the much anticipated Era’s and Renaissance tours of Taylor Swift and Beyonce.

And Jake was going to be involved in one.

“Is it okay if I ask which one?” his tone had an underlying hint of excitement at the thought the two might work together. Traveling across the country in what would be one of the best experiences in their lives.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, “something tells me you have a secret, Jake Seresin. Would you like to share with the class what’s on your mind?”

Scratching his head, Jake answered, “I’m not really supposed to say…..but,” she held her breath, releasing with a low gasp, “I’ll be touring with Taylor Swift.”

“Wow,” the woman was speechless, breaking into a massive grin. “I-uh, wow, Jake that’s incredible! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he accepted her hug, not caring that their clothes were still damp. “I honestly didn’t believe I’d get it.” a playful slap landed on his arm.

“Please,” came her scoff, “You really thought Miss Americana herself would not see the talent in front of her?” Y/n mentally cheered in victory at the sight of his blush. “She’d be foolish to not have you as part of her time.”

“Okay okay,” he swatted her hands away with a chuckle. “Now answer my question.”

Once revealing who’s tour Y/n auditioned for, the two embarked on an hour long conversation about their careers and life. Jake mentioned how he had been in a relationship but it didn’t work out. Y/n vented on the ongoing emotional feud with her family--to which Jake told her, “It’s their loss for not seeing you the way the rest of the world does.”

Yeah, that made her melt.

By the end of the night there was a shift in the atmosphere. Both felt it, glancing away when they held eye contact longer than usually without a word passing by. They had suddenly become quiet, only the crickets singing through the trees.

“It’s getting late,” Y/n rushed out, moving to stand. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Jake mirrored her movements. “Same time.” Heading back to the cabins their families were staying at, they arrived at Y/n’s first.

Opening her mouth to say goodnight and avoid an awkward moment, Y/n’s words paused upon seeing Jake’s expression, “You look troubled.”

“I--,” he began before stopping, causing Y/n’s nerves to rise. “It’s nothing.”

The dancer wasn’t having it, “No, no no,” she playfully raised a hand, “you can’t leave me hanging like that, Jake. I thought we were friends.” Suddenly it became quiet again. Next thing Y/n knew was Jake softly grabbing her hand.

“You know I adore you right?”

Her heart skipped, “Not really, but I do now,” the light chuckle was obviously embedded with nerves. “I adore you too.”

“And we’ve been….rather close for a long time.”

“Yes,” the word trailed off her tongue, somehow managing to hold the eye contact Jake was giving her. She was practically pinned where she stood.

“I realize this isn’t the best time or way to say this,” his cheeks become rosy, “but I’ve really enjoyed these past couple weeks catching up and being able to dance again like we used to. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring back some feelings I tried to ignore for fear it would ruin what we have.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what was happening, “Bring back?” Did the man she secretly longed for since they were teenagers want her too? After all this time? She nearly pinched herself.

Jake looked away, bringing his other hand to scratch his neck. “Yeah. Look, I understand if you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry for dropping this on you but after the party I felt like my world was finally on its axis. You…” he struggles finding the right words, “I can’t stop thinking about you and what we could be. You’re my best friend, Y/n. And I view you as someone I wanna dance with till we’re old and gray.”

“Jake,” his name was the softest it had ever been coming out of her mouth. Here was the moment she had been dreaming about. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

His reaction was immediate, “You--you feel the same?” The tone was that of disbelief and hope. Heart pounding beneath his skin.

Y/n cupped his face in her hands, grinning ear to ear, “There is no one else in this world I’d rather dance with than you, Jake. I’ve felt this way about you for as long as I can remember.”

Not wasting a second longer, Jake leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Fireworks exploded between the two, the butterflies escaping their stomachs to swarm around them. Jake's lips were soft against hers, moving slowly as though to commit them to memory. When they pulled away, he kept his forehead against hers, “wow.”

She giggled, repeating, “wow.”

“Is this what Could 9 is supposed to feel like? Because I’m getting those vibes.”

Y/n threw her head back, laughing before covering her mouth when she remembered her family was asleep on the other side of the door, “You’re not the only one, hot shot. If this is what cloud 9 feels like then I never want to lose it.”

In the days following that magical night, the two continued their practice session. Perfecting the dance to where they didn’t even hear the music to be able to hit the steps right. When it came to the lift, however, Y/n was still worried of a disaster. Thankfully after several successful attempts at the studio she was able to let go of her doubt.

Plus she was tired of hearing Jake’s teasing.

Each night after parting ways that afternoon the two would meet up at the docks. Spending hours laying on the wood to watch the stars twinkle and talk about life. Then Jake would walk her back to the cabin, saying goodbye with a sweet kiss. With every minute they spent together, every dance, every kiss, both Jake and Y/n were falling more and more for each other.

One could go as far as to say it was love.

One could say they were having the time of their lives.

But of course what is life without a little drama? Y/n silently prayed drama would be avoided. Once in her life could things just be great? Without the everlying feeling of something going wrong?

Yeah, it was too good to be true.

“Jake!” a voice interrupted the peaceful morning, ripping the two apart from their kiss. They had gone for a jog together that morning around the lake, stopping at their usual spot of the docks before heading to the studio to practice for the night's event. Turning to the direction of the voice, Y/n’s eyes landed on a fiery redhead storming up the path. Her attention was on the man beside her, not hiding the obvious fact she was furious. “Who the hell is that?”

“Tatiana?” Jake’s tone was of shock and confusion. He let go of Y/n’s face he had been cradling, but kept a firm touch on her arm. “W-what are you--.”

“Is it so much to ask for you to answer your phone?” stopping in front of the two, her blazing hazel eyes locked on Y/n. “Who are you? And why the fuck were you making out with my boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?” she stammered, glacing at Jake who now looked pissed off. ‘He’s had a girlfriend this whole time?”

“I haven’t been your boyfriend since December, Tatiana,” he raised a pointed finger, casting a look to Y/n with pleading eyes that he was telling the truth. “We’ve been broken up for a while now.” he turned back to his ex, “You made that clear to me when you had me choose between the career I’ve spent decades building and you.”

There was anger in his tone, not pleased with her claims. Y/n didn’t know what to believe, all she could feel was a weight clamping down on her shoulder.

“Oh really,” removing her phone from her back pocket, Tatiana tapped the screen a few times before pushing it in Y/n’s face, “Does that seem like it to you.” Leaning forward, Y/n gulped at the sight of text messages indicating Jake and Tatianna had been in contact a few months prior. From the looks of it, Tatiana was hoping the two could pick up where they left off and Jake replying, ‘I’ll think about it,’ then it was silent until this past week where Tatiana sent texts asking when they could meet up. Jake, however, responded it wasn’t a good time and believed the two should stay friends.

“Y/n,” Jake started, glancing back between her and Tatiana, which only made her more perplexed. Unable to decipher what he was thinking. “Just please, wait right here.” He gently squeezed her arm, brushing their fingers together as he let go. Then before she could say anything, Y/n watched Jake gently escort Tatiana away from the docks. They went a good distance away to where Y/n was unable to hear the two. With Jake’s back to her, Y/n’s view was of the red head’s angry expression as she pushed her finger into Jake’s chest.

She saw him gently raise his hands, stepping away to escalate the situation. Y/n’s head spun, feeling a wave of nausea and the woman grabbed her water bottle from the ground. In a fast pace, Y/n stepped off the dock and onto the path leading back to the clubhouse. Once a distance away she broke out into a run, unaware if Jake saw her leave considering his back was to her. This was confirmed when she didn’t hear him call out for her.

Sprinting past the clubhouse, Y/n made a beeline for her cabin. Throwing the door open she moved past the living room not caring if anyone was there and straight to her bedroom where she locked the door behind her, pressing her back against it and sliding down to the floor to finally catch her breath.

Her water bottle had been drained, sweat coating her forehead and tears threatening to spill. Covering her mouth, Y/n refused to let the sob forming in her throat to release. There was no time to let her heartbreak. Not when the showcase was fast approaching.

The showcase.

“Fuck,” she sniffed, kicking off her shoes in the process. Of course it had to be that day all blows to hell. The perfect world she thought she finally obtained crashing down.

Of course she was being dramatic. Her life was shy from perfect, and this was another dent in the walls she tried to build.

She kept thinking of Jake. Willing herself to not jump to conclusions. He was clearly taken aback by Tatiana’s appearance. Even more when she called herself his girlfriend. Jake appeared rather offended by the accusation they were still together. Bottom line of the story: there was tension--especially animosity--between them, unfinished business if Y/n had to guess.

Whatever it was, she couldn’t bear to witness it. Right now she needs to think with a blank mind. And with Jake already spamming her phone, the solution for peace and quiet was to turn off her phone. Going as far as to power off her apple watch and not have music play while she showered.

The tears slowly cascaded while Y/n stood beneath the water. It was eerie with the silence, but it assisted with the clearing of her thoughts. Once clean Y/n dressed in comfy clothes and decided to nap for the remainder of the day. The morning had drained her, and until it came time to get ready for her dance with Jake--which she already dreaded--Y/n willed herself to sleep imagining what the day had been if his ex had never stepped foot on the docks.

“Need some help?” Y/n jumped, the hair clip falling from her hand. In the mirror she found Nat staring back at her with a sympathetic smile. “You look like you could use a hand.”

“Thanks,” she picked up the clip, holding up for Nat, who took it in her hand and stood behind Y/n. Gathering her hair up, Nat styled it in a messy but pretty updo.

“You seem tense for someone so used to the spotlight by now.”

A frown appeared, “It’s always nerve racking going on stage in front of people no matter how long you’ve done it.” Nat wasn’t buying it.

“Wanna talk about it? I know it’s more than a few nerves rustling your feathers, Y/n.”

Biting her lip, the dancer shrugged. “It wasn’t meant to be, Nat. Simple as that.” Sadness washed over her for the millionth time since that morning. She hasn’t seen Jake since, only replying to his several texts after a dozen unanswered calls to confirm she would still do the showcase.

Although part of her thought about backing out.

“What exactly happened?” Nat softly asked, moving to now help Y/n on her makeup. She was going for a simple look so she lightly concealed, blushed, highlighted and added some minimal eye makeup.

“Everything felt so amazing” she started, looking up as Nat dabbed the beauty blender under her eyes. “After we did the lift at the lake, we talked for hours on the dock and when he walked me back to the cabin….he told me how he felt about me,” Y/n could still feel the tingles on her lips, “and we kissed.”

Nat withheld squealing, knowing it was a bad moment considering it didn’t end the way she hoped for her best friend. Now she was conspiring on how to get payback on Jake. Filled with sudden disdain.

“The next few days went by--like I was walking on cloud 9. The way he looked at me, Nat,” Y/n connected their eyes, “It was magical.” Nat brushed powder onto her cheeks, followed by light blush and highlighter.

“And then what happened.”

Y/n’s shoulders dropped, making her slouch, “Jake’s ex showed up this morning.” Nat’s hand froze, a second passing before continuing its movement. “They broke up last year, but I guess they were in the works of getting back together. Because she was very vocal about it--not shy of asking who the fuck I was and why was I with her boyfriend.”

“And what was Jake’s reaction?”

Y/n waited until after Nat finished sweeping a thin coat of eyeliner to answer, “He denied it--was very shocked when she showed up out of the blue. Said that she ended things because he refused to choose her over his career. Then she went on about how they were talking things out--that a few months ago he said he’d think about it.” Y/n thought back to the texts, “She showed me the messages from this week. He rejected her invite to meet up and said that they should remain friends. Then he pulled her aside to talk where I couldn’t hear. I sorta left after that.”

Nat grabbed the mascara, “You didn’t wait for him to explain?”

“Could you blame me?” Y/n rebutted, a little on the defense but not saying it in a mean tone. “I was dealing with a hundred emotions. Confusion, embarrassment, shame, sadness, anger. I wanted to cry, I wanted to yell. But the only thing I could do was shut down and walk away.”

Nat said nothing, spraying Y/n’s face with a setting mist before handing her the tube of her favorite lipstick.

“I know,” Y/n groans, “I should’ve stayed--to at least hear him out. But I didn’t want to face the humiliation if it were true.”

“And if it’s not true?” Nat suggested, “What if he was genuine and they really are done? Where does that leave you two?”

Blotting the color onto her lips, Y/n capped the tube and threw it into her makeup bag with a shug, “I don’t know, Nat. We’ll find out tonight I guess.” Taking one last glance in the mirror, she added, “That’s if he shows up--which I doubt he won’t. He wouldn’t want to let Collins down.” leaning back in the char, Y/n turns to her friend. “Thanks for the hair and makeup.”

Nat patted her shoulder, “anytime. You look beautiful. That dress was made for you.” Y/n bore a light pink dress with a flowy skirt and corset styled top. It was similar to the one Baby wore in Dirty Dancing, ironically enough, but unique in its own way. She paired it with simple dance shoes.

“Thank you, Nat.”

A thought suddenly came to the brunette, “Hey, did you ever hear back from that audition?”

There was no hiding her grin, Y/n looked like a child having just received a gift from Santa, “I got a call back. They’re having me fly to L.A. next week to dance for them again.” Nat jumped from her seat, squealing and pulling the woman into a hug.

“Ah that’s amazing! Congratulations--I’m so so happy for you!!”

“Thank you,” Nat’s happiness was contagious, making Y/n giggle as they swayed side to side. “I can’t believe I’m so close.”

“I knew you’d get it,” Nat maveled, playfully pinching Y/n’s side making her swat at her hand.

The happy moment was interrupted right on cue as Mr. Collins rushed in. “There you are!” He was frantic, clipboard in hand. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Have you seen Mr. Seresin?” Y/n’s heart dropped.

“No,” was her response, heat coating her skin. “I thought he was here already.” Collins took a peek at his watch, groaning in annoyance.

“You guys are the last ones so that gives me hope he’s just running late,” Motioning for Y/n to follow him, the man leads the two out of the makeshift dressing room. “You’ll wait by the end of the side stage while the other performers have their turn. Then I’ll announce--hopefully both of you--and we’ll call this showcase a success. Which by the way,” he spins around, stopping Y/n in her tracks, “Do you happen to have a backup plan by any chance if our friend decides to be a no-show?”

Y/n stuttered lightly, hands up in a ‘Not really?’ She goes, “I mean I can whip something up--Not to toot my own horn but I’m pretty good at what I do and will dance to any music you give me.”

“Fantastic,” Collins snaps his finger, “We’ll work with that.” Spinning back again, Collins high tails it to the stage, Y/n taking claim to a chair a few paces from the steps. She spotted Nat seated with her family, Y/n’s own folks at a table in the far back. Almost like they were hiding from the rest of the guests, causing her heart to sink further.

Collins opened the showcase with an animated greeting to the audience. After some announcements and thanks to staff and sponsors who helped put the showcase together, he introduced the first of 10 performers on the list. Nearly all were the teens and children Y/n taught with Jake, the woman standing from her chair to cheer them on. At the eighth performance she froze at the sight of the blonde man behind the curtain. He hadn’t seen her yet, so Y/n ducked back to her chair, peeking slightly to find him conversing with Collins.

‘Well looks like I’m not getting out of this one,’ she thought to herself.

When the second to last performer appeared, Y/n found Nat in the audience. The two shared a look, Nat able to see the unease seeping off Y/n, and throwing her thumbs up in hopes to relieve some of it. The (y/h/c) shook her head slightly, but appreciated the gesture nonetheless with a small smile.

Mr. Collins glides to the stage one final time, “And now,” a quick glance to his clipboard, then to the side of the stage opposite of Y/n, a smile curling on his lips. “We have a very special presentation from two people who were kind enough to help me put this whole shabang together,” raising a hand out he announces, “Please welcome the beautiful and ever so talented, here to bring you the time of your life, Jake Seresin and Y/n L/n!!”

There was a light applause from the adults overshadowed by the children, teens, staff members, and Natasha. Y/n’s parents were unreactive, glancing at her siblings wondering if they knew to which they received shrugs.

Still sitting in a chair just off the stage, not moving despite the lights flashing on her, Y/n’s head was down. The door was not far. She could easily make an escape. But she felt eyes on from those within view and felt trapped. To run now would be a lifetime of embarrassment and shame.

“C’mon, Y/n,” she scolded under her breath. “It’s just one dance.” "Then you can go back to New York and pray this whole thing never happened.”

As the thought left her mind, footsteps came toward her, and Y/n glanced up to find Jake, dressed in black slacks and buttoned down enough to make a girl weak in the knees, staring down at her with an expression that took her breath away. It was as though they were the only two in the room, much like in the studio. Everyone else simply disappeared. Leaving two people who danced around feelings for years only to come together at that very moment.

Whatever hostility Y/n had for Jake was gone. She saw the pure love in his eyes. Pleading with her to give him a chance.

Simply holding his hand out to her, Jake held her gaze and spoke clearly for everyone to hear, “Nobody puts Y/n in a corner.” Had her heart not been beating at 100 miles per second, Y/n would’ve laughed at the reference. Considering how fitting it was to their situation.

The beginning lyrics of the song echoed as Jake led her to the middle of the stage. Already igniting applause from the audience who recognized it. “Now I’ve had the time of my life.” An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her to him. Never once straying eye contact “No, I’ve never felt this way before.” Y/n dipped back, Jake keeping her from falling to the floor until she was upright, “Yes I swear, It’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.”

“‘Cause I’ve,” Jake came around to her left, Y/n bringing up a hand which his own followed the trail of her arm. She caressed the side of his face. His group of friends hooting and hollering, “had the time of my life. And I owe it all to you.” A gentle kiss was placed on her nose.

Cheers from their students erupted when Jake spun Y/n, bringing a smile to both their faces as they began their routine. “I’ve been waiting for so long. Now I’ve finally found someone to stand by me.” Natasha whistled from her seat, “Yeah!”

“We saw the writing on the wall. As we felt this magical fantasy.”

All through the dance Y/n never once stopped grinning. Jake’s aura, the nostalgia of the song, and the love she had for dance were contagious. “Now with passion in our eyes, there’s no way we could disguise it secretly.” Unbeknownst to the woman, her parents and siblings were watching in awe. Having been the first time they truly watched her perform. “So we take each other’s hands,” Jake spun her again, Y/n throwing her arms in the air, head swaying back and forth. “‘Cause we seem to understand the urgency.”

“Just remember,” the pace picked up. “You’re the one thing. I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something,” Y/n was lifted, dress flowing as Jake twirled them in circles. The audience applauded with glee.

“I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt this way before.” The cheers heightened when the two pressed against each other, the sight very intimate. “Yes, I swear, it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.” Jake snuck a kiss to her cheek, moving away to leap off the stage. “Hey, baby!” Y/n tilted her head back in laughter, fingers on the hem of her dress skirt and swaying to the beat.

“With my body and soul, I want you more than you’ll ever know. So we’ll just let it go, don’t be afraid to lose control, no.” It was Jake’s moment to shine. He fed off the energy of the crowd, winking at his boys in the back hyping him up. Y/n caught Natasha’s thumbs up, the two sharing a silent victory. “Yes I know what’s on your mind. When you say, ‘Stay with me tonight’.”

“Stay with me. Just remember,” Jake danced up and down the aisle, “You’re the one thing. I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something,” locking eyes, they gave each other a nod. “This could be love,” staff helped Y/n off the stage, the woman bolting toward Jake, “because--.” Squeezing every muscle in her body, Y/n exhaled in relief as she was successfully lifted in the air.

“I’ve had the time of my life. No, I’ve never felt this way before.” It was a spectacular scene around them with everyone jumping from their seats, in awe of what they were witnessing. “Yes, I swear (yes I swear), it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.”

Y/n giggled the whole way down, arms sliding over Jake’s shoulder who shared her happiness. “‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life. And I’ve searched through every open door,” Several people joined in the celebration. Spouses dancing together, children off beat but having the time of their life like the song called for. “‘Til I found the truth. And I owe it all to you.” Even Y/n’s parents managed to get on their feet.

Finally seeing their daughter for who she was.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, the first words spoken between the two. It made her heart skip, filled with an overwhelming surge of happiness.

“I feel like I’m on cloud 9,” the response had Jake chuckle, pulling her closer to him as he voiced, “me too, doll.”

They kept their gaze on one another, swaying chest to chest, the tune became softer, “Now I’ve had the time of my life. No I never felt this way before (never felt this way),” Jake’s hand caressed her cheek, Y/n leaning into it. “Yes, I swear, It’s the truth (It’s the truth),” the two leaned in at the same time, Bill Medley’s voice belting the final lyric of the bridge, “And I owe it all to you!”

The kiss set off a million fireworks. Just like it did the first time. They didn’t know if the cheers around them were intended for the two, but they didn’t stop the kiss to find out. Y/n’s hand covering Jake’s on her face, brushing her fingers over his knuckles, “I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt this way before (never felt this way). Yes, I swear, it’s the truth (it’s the truth). And I owe it all to you.” Pulling away, Jake’s touch remained.

“Be my dance partner,” were his words, pushing through the ending chorus. ‘Be mine,’ “Forever.”

“‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life. And I’ve searched through every open door.”

Y/n brushed her lips against his. Uttering nothing more than a simple, “Yes.”

“‘Til I found the truth. And I owe it all to you…”

…………..

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[manorpunk]

Who are the loony left and the loony right?

Sunny: oh this is gonna be fun. So, we should probably start with some context - there was a lot of self-sorting during the Polycrisis and we’re still living with the downstream effects of that in 2069.

Maria: And it wasn’t just an urban coasts vs rural interior thing. There were a lot of digital communities that became face-to-face communities.

Sunny: Yeah. It was kind of the silver lining to all of this. The coasts were fine, everyone knew the coasts would be fine, they still had people keeping the lights on, but in the interior it was just YOYO - that’s an acronym for You’re On Your Own - and there were some people who were really into that. If you didn’t like your life then you could just move with your internet friends to some ruins in Montana or whatever and start over.

Jacob: neo-carpetbagging, baby!

Maria: Yeah, but the odds weren’t great. The textbooks like to portray it as this brave new world, like a Thirteen Colonies redux, but it was more like… you flip a coin, if it’s heads then your new community turns into a sex cult, if it’s tails you die from contaminated water or get shot over a petty dispute, and if the coin lands on its side then you start some rural industry like brewing or beekeeping that’s boring and profitable enough to form a stable business and cover basic maintenance costs. So it really was like the Thirteen Colonies in that sense.

Jacob: Yeah, all the successful Kowloons - that’s the nickname for these frontier towns by the way, Kowloons - the successful ones were all, like, hipster company towns.

Maria: They’re not that bad. Not anymore, at least. Sorry, what was the question?

Sunny: loony left and loony right.

Maria: okay, yes. Point being, “the ideological became geographic,” as the saying goes. So, do we wanna do right or left first?

Jacob: We kinda just did. The loony left formed sex cults and the loony right shot each other over property disputes.

Sunny: there’s so much more we could talk about, though. Like the Suburban Samurai. So, in eastern America you’ve got the Boswash megalopolis on one side, you’ve got the Great Lakes Republic on the other-

Jacob: that’s me!

Sunny: -and in between it’s one big exurb full of Suburban Samurai: rentiers, small business manor-lords, get-off-my-property types… Neo New Hampshire people, basically.

Jacob: Yeah, they’re all the chuds who think they’re Charles Martel protecting their local Denny’s from Chinese invasion.

Maria: Really? I thought you would’ve liked the Suburban Samurai.

Jacob: Why the hell would I?

Maria: Because you live on a manse and dress like an 18th century cavalry officer.

Jacob: Ahem, just because I live on a vast estate with a fleet of cross-dressing servants doesn’t mean I’m not a socialist.

Sunny: the word ‘socialist’ has pretty much lost all meaning now, if that didn’t tell you already. Shall we do the loony left now?

Maria: excuse me, I think we’re forgetting something.

Jacob: oh I know where this is going.

Sunny: folks, it’s gonna get weird for a minute.

Maria: the Suburban Samurai pale in comparison to my sworn nemesis, Tidewater. The wrong side of the Appalachian mountains.

Jacob: ‘sworn nemesis,’ they’re literally on the other side of the continent.

Maria: and they’re still too close! Ladies and gentlemen, I will not rest until every last bastion of Southern perfidy has been erased from America! Dixie delenda est!

Sunny: Maria. No purges.

Maria: but how do know they don’t work if we’ve never even tried it?

[the next four minutes and twenty-three seconds have been edited from the recording]

Maria: Ahh… mommy has her gin now.

Sunny: So, the loony left!

Jacob: Slimmer pickings here. There’s a lot of off-the-grid types on the interior side of the Rockies.

Sunny: god, yeah, they’re all “but I don’t want the Global Logistics Network to track my location. The president shouldn’t be able to hijack my electronic devices whenever she wants, waaaaah.”

Jacob: what else… Maria, is Juche Cascadia still around?

Maria: Sort of. I let ‘em keep a little corner… like a zoo. *tipsy giggles* My own little open-air zoo of Maoist Third-Worldists.

Sunny: I’m stopping this before it gets weird again.

Jacob: too late.

Sunny: that’s all the time we have for today, folks!

[justiceheartwatcher]

Here Are All the Brands Owned by Bud Light's Parent Company Anheuser-Busch

The Michelob brands, Natural Light and Natty Daddy, Cass, Castle, Corona, Harbin, Estrella Jalisco, Aguila, Beck’s, Stella Artois, Jupiler, Kona, Leffe, Landshark Lager, Modelo, Presidente, Hoegaarden, Labatt, Hurricane, Rolling Rock, Skol, Johnny Appleseed, Shock Top and Quilmes.

Alas, Corona takes its second unlucky hit since sales declined during the viral pandemic that took the beer’s name in 2020, and a pivot to Michelob will not serve American customers looking to direct their money elsewhere.

The Western Journal also provided a list of “other brands that partner with” Anheuser-Busch, which includes:

10 Barrel Brewing, Appalachian Mountain, Blue Point, Breckenridge Brewery, Cisco Brewers, Devils Backbone, Elysian, Four Peaks, Golden Road, Goose Island, Karbach Brewing, Omission Balanced Brewing, Platform Beer Company, Red Hook, Square Mile Cider Company, Veza Sur Brewing, Nirture Cider, Wicked Weed Brewing, Widmer Brothers Brewing, Wynwood Brewing, Hi Ball Energy, Babe, Nutrl, Cutwater Spirits and Ritas.

Perhaps these brands are not plagued by a “fratty” customer base similar to that from which Bud Light until recently suffered, but maybe “out-of-touch” Americans have been purchasing some of these products after all.

The endurance of the Bud Light boycott and how much it spreads to these ancillary brands is yet to be seen.

[briansolomonauthor]

Lumix LX3—Reading Sunset

The tracks of the former Reading Company’s Lancaster & Columbia line through Lititz, Pa, were trimmed back a few block in recent months. The rails were lifted where they crossed North Water Street, near the Appalachian Brewing Company. I made these photos while experiementing with a vintage-2008 Lumix LX3. A decade ago, I’d made a lot of great photos with this compact camera model. While I…

[qualityinnalpine]

Indulge in Boone's Culinary Delights: Quality Inn & Suites Hotel's Food Lover's Guide

Welcome to Boone, North Carolina, a haven for food lovers seeking a delightful culinary experience. In this blog, we invite you to embark on a gastronomic journey through the vibrant food scene of Boone. As your trusted guide, Quality Inn & Suites Hotel in Boone, NC, will lead you to the best restaurants, local flavors, and hidden gems, ensuring an unforgettable dining experience during your stay. Plus, with their pet-friendly policies, you can bring your furry friends along for the foodie adventures!

Farm-to-Table Delights:

Boone takes pride in its farm-to-table dining concept, where fresh and locally sourced ingredients are the stars of every dish. Experience the flavors of the region by visiting restaurants like Vidalia Restaurant and Proper Restaurant, which showcase seasonal produce, artisanal cheeses, and sustainable meats. Indulge in creative dishes crafted with passion and care, as local chefs transform Boone's bountiful harvest into culinary masterpieces.

Southern Comfort Cuisine:

No visit to Boone is complete without savoring traditional Southern comfort food. Head to places like Melanie's Food Fantasy and Stick Boy Bread Co. for mouthwatering biscuits, crispy fried chicken, and delectable desserts. Let the warm and welcoming ambiance of these eateries transport you to a world of comfort and hospitality. Quality Inn & Suites Hotel in Boone, NC, provides a pet-friendly environment, so you can enjoy these comforting meals with your furry companions by your side.

Craft Breweries and Beer Culture:

Boone boasts a thriving craft beer scene that will delight beer enthusiasts. Discover local breweries like Appalachian Mountain Brewery and Booneshine Brewing Company, where you can sample a variety of handcrafted brews. Experience the passion and craftsmanship that goes into each pint as you learn about the brewing process and enjoy the inviting taproom atmospheres. Quality Inn & Suites Hotel in Boone, NC, offers a comfortable and convenient stay, allowing you to fully appreciate Boone's beer culture.

Unique Dining Experiences:

Boone also offers unique dining experiences that are sure to leave a lasting impression. From gourmet food trucks serving international cuisine to cozy cafes with live music, the town is filled with eclectic options. Don't miss the opportunity to visit The Cardinal, a renovated vintage gas station turned restaurant and bar, offering a vibrant atmosphere and a menu of globally inspired dishes. Quality Inn & Suites Hotel in Boone, NC, is ideally located to access these one-of-a-kind dining spots.

Sweet Treats and Local Bakeries:

Satisfy your sweet tooth at Boone's local bakeries and dessert shops. Visit Stick Boy Bread Co. for freshly baked bread, pastries, and cakes. For homemade ice cream with unique flavors, stop by Kilwins or Boone Bagelry for a variety of hand-rolled bagels. Treat yourself to these delectable delights and experience the sweet side of Boone's culinary scene.

Conclusion:

Boone, NC, is a paradise for food lovers, offering a diverse array of culinary experiences that celebrate local flavors and showcase the region's culinary prowess. From farm-to-table delights and Southern comfort cuisine to craft breweries and unique dining experiences, Boone has something to satisfy every palate. Quality Inn & Suites Hotel in Boone, NC, provides a comfortable and pet-friendly accommodation, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the culinary delights of the town. Embark on a food lover's journey and create unforgettable memories as you indulge in Boone's culinary delights.

[ohtobemare]

could you just do a random list of your current favorites? doesn't have to be anything in particular, just a list of random stuff

hello, anon! i love that you reached out about this. here's a random list for ya, honey--- 1. Summertime Girls, Y&T. It's a bop, please someone listen to it and appreciate its beauty

2. Also more music, Way of the Triune God, Tyler Childers. Amazing song, bro. Like Appalachian-ish country hymn and it's totally me.

3. My Tennessee water tumbler I bought at the local Cracker Barrel. My water intake is way up. 4. Everyday, all the time, Val Kilmer, but––very specifically his memoir, I'm Your Huckleberry. I'm feeling lost and confused now that I've finished it and must re-read. 5. My Casio G-Shock GA-100A watch in white. I can't live without this thing I don't think. 6. I just ordered a hand-tooled leather portfolio from a leathercarver friend of mine and I absolutely need this and cannot wait for it to arrive. 7. Black Rifle Coffee Company Gunship brew. It's a must have. 8. Hiking. I absolutely need my daily hike otherwise I'm a mess. 9. Real Genius. This just is perpetually on a loop in my house because I am, in fact, obsessive compulsive and lonely. 10. Carmex Cupcake Batter Lip Balm. Enough said.

[mortraveling]

The Best of Summer in Maine

The Best of Summer in Maine Maine comes alive in the summer, offering natural beauty, outdoor adventures, and small-town charm. From the coast to the mountains, there are many wonderful places to explore during the warmer months. Here are some of the best spots to visit in Maine this summer. Acadia National Park Maine’s only national park is one of the top destinations, with stunning scenery and activities for everyone. Hike the trails of Mount Desert Island, including the stunning Ocean Path and Gorham Mountain Trail with panoramic views of the Atlantic. Go biking on the 45 miles of carriage roads, open only to walkers, bikers, and equestrians. Rent bikes in nearby Bar Harbor.   Take a whale watching or puffin cruise to spot wildlife in their natural habitat.  Relax on the pink granite shores of Sand Beach or Echo Lake Beach. Stay in Bar Harbor or Northeast Harbor, two charming towns on the doorstep of the park. Portland  Explore the cobblestone streets of the Old Port, lined with boutiques, art galleries, and restaurants.  Take a food tour and sample your way through the city’s amazing culinary landscape. Or just grab a lobster roll, Portland’s signature sandwich. Check out a show at the historic State Theatre or Portland Stage Company.  Visit the Portland Museum of Art, home to works by Monet, Renoir, Wyeth, and Maine artists.  Take a ferry to the Calendar Islands in Casco Bay for beaches, hiking, and seafood shacks. Camden and Rockland  The harbor towns of Camden and Rockland on Penobscot Bay are perfect for a summer escape. Go sailing in picturesque Camden Harbor or take a windjammer cruise along the coast. Hike in Camden Hills State Park for panoramic views of the bay. Explore the Farnsworth Art Museum and Wyeth Center in Rockland, dedicated to Maine's artistic heritage.   Indulge in a lobster dinner or picnic on the shore.  Stay at a quaint B&B, like the Hartstone Inn in Camden or Berry Manor Inn in Rockland. Rangeley Lake Region For outdoor adventure without the crowds, head to the Rangeley Lake Region in Maine’s western mountains.   Go boating, swimming, or fishing on the crystal-clear waters of Rangeley Lake, Aziscohos Lake or Mooselookmeguntic Lake.  Hike through pine forests and mountain vistas on the Appalachian Trail or Bald Mountain trail. Spot moose, loons, and bald eagles in their natural habitat.  Take an exhilarating whitewater rafting trip down the Kennebec or Dead Rivers. Relax with a local craft beer at Saddleback Brewing Company or in the cozy pubs of Rangeley or Oquossoc. Rent a lakefront cabin or stay at the classic Rangeley Inn for a perfect summer escape. Deer Isle and Stonington For a quieter coastal getaway, head to Deer Isle and the picturesque fishing village of Stonington.   Go sea kayaking to spot harbor seals and coastal birds in their natural habitat. Take a boat tour to Isle au Haut or Acadia National Park.  Explore coastal trails at Crockett Cove Woods or Barred Island Preserve.  Indulge in fresh lobster, fish, and farm produce at casual seafood shacks like Fisherman's Friend or Aragosta. Stay at the Inn on the Harbor in Stonington or the Pilgrim's Inn, a historic B&B.  Shop for local crafts at the Deer Isle Artists Association Gallery. With its natural beauty and small-town charm, Maine offers an idyllic summer escape. There’s something for everyone, from the coast to the mountains and beyond. Have a wonderful trip! via Blogger https://ift.tt/5VlkdND May 18, 2023 at 07:54PM

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The Old Salem Post

   Our  Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays                                          Contact: theoldsalempost@gmail.com                              Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library.                                              Volume 7 Issue 16                                                                                                  Week of April 17, 2023                https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog                                                         Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: I can think of no better words to share than my morning devotion:  I Chronicles 16: 8-9 “Give thanks unto the Lord, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the people.  Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him, talk of all his wondrous works.” LRMartin  

Town of SALEM: The town is hosting Litter Pick-up on Saturday, April 22, which is Earth Day.  Meet at Calvary church parking lot at 8:30am to begin at 9am. We will cover from the post office on highway 130 north to highway 11. We need tons of volunteers.  We have trash bags, gloves, vests and some grabbers.  If kids need community service hours this is a great opportunity.                          Two Cruise-ins this summer:  May 13th at 5pm. September 9th at 5pm.                Town Council Meeting, Tuesday, April 18 at 5pm.                                             Rec Department: Spring games have begun.  Uniforms were given out on Friday night.  Home games will be held at both the Eagle field and the Tamassee field. Check with the town on schedules.  Come out and support our teams!

SALEM LIBRARY:  Open Monday 10am-6pm– Tuesday-Friday 9am-5pm.                      

Jottings from Jeannie: My HEROES and SHEROES are folks who get an idea and use their talents to breathe life into a business.  As a young man, Leon Levine used his $6000 life savings to open his first Family Dollar Store in Charlotte.  These small, convenient neighborhood stores fulfilled a need.  By 2019, Leon owned 8,000 stores and was a billionaire. He used his profits to fund hospitals, colleges, public projects and research labs.  Leon died last week at age 85. Thanks Leon. Good Job!  Don't you love it that we have two convenient neighborhood stores nearby! I am so thankful that we no longer have to run in to Walhalla for every little thing!  Think of things for which you are grateful in our little corner of the world!  You Princesses of Pickett  Post!  You Fine Fellows of Fiddlers' Cove! Miz Jeannie loves you!                        

Pat’s Cash and Carry open 11am-4pm Tuesday–Saturday-Hotdogs, Icecream, sandwiches &more

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed–Sat-Sat 8am-9pm.  Sun 2pm-7pm. Events this week:  Special Open Tuesday this week for Trail Talk Tuesday at 5pm-9pm.  Wednesday: Blue Grass Jam at 6:30pm, Food Truck:  Kiss My ASADA to set up at 12pm.   Fri– FOOD Truck : Kodesh BBQ bowls Music: Fayssoux McLean at 6:30pm.  Sat–Music: Mary Mahaffey 6:30pm Food: Wing Wagon.        

CONSERVATION CORNER:                                                                                  Land owner meeting:  There was great representation of kindred spirits at a recent landowner meeting on preserved property of the hosting landowner.  We broke break together before sunset, below the protected scenic view of Stump House Mountain.  This area was almost closed to public access due to  a developer in Florida wanting to build a gated community in 2007.  Local grass-roots efforts of conservation minded individuals and groups brought such national awareness that over 4.1 million dollars was raised and matched in 7 months.  OPUS Trust was one of those groups with feet on the ground and petition signs high in the air.  OPUS Trust is still behind grassroots efforts to save precious open land, farm land, habitats, and precious property from development.  The invocation was presented by the local landowner and preservationist, Dr. Watson.  His words echo my own heart when he said that if we all are fortunate enough to own land, then we are called to be stewards of that land.  He reminded that people are connected to the land. If we lose our land, we lose our connection.                                                                                  Black Bears:  When bears lose their habitats, or when humans encroach on their homes by continued development, bears can lose their wildness, making them a threat to people and property.  The black bear has recovered from near extinction in the Southern Appalachian Mountains.  But, despite efforts of the Southern Appalachian Natural Resource Agencies, bears are still dying from improper disposal of garbage.  The bear has a keen sense of smell, easily lured from a berry patch to unsecured food and garbage.  When camping, never leave any food scrapes on the ground.  Do not leave food unattended or outside at night. If you are approached by a bear  yell loudly and wave your arms. Keep your children and pets close. Wild bears are afraid of humans.  Let’s help them stay wild, and alive and home.                                                                          Who is the first American conservationist?  George Bird Grinnell (1849-1938)- the legacy of this man endures from his conservation movements to protect national forests, resources, and wildlife.

ASHTON RECALLS:  Here's the continuation of Pauline Kelley Cannon's story: DAR STUDENT FROM 1942-46 RECALLS EXPERIENCES (Fifth Installment of Pauline Kelley Cannon's Memoir) - One of the girls who lived in All States Hall was always complaining and calling people names and tattling on everyone. One day she was walking down the hall and I heard her say, "That Maggie is the bossiest person that ever lived," and I jumped her right then and there. She told Miss Jule on me, and I was sure I would have to go to Mr. Cain's office, but Miss Jule just gave me a talking-to herself. . .Mrs. Marett, the dietician, was moved to Indiana Cottage to be house parent for the youngest girls, and Miss Pearl Hunsinger was hired as dietician. She had a hard time trying to keep the girls quiet while they were working. One day she said, "Girls, turn your volume down," and Faye Phillips said, "Miss Hun, just what is 'your volume'?" She told Faye, "You know, that little knob on the radio that makes it softer or louder," and Faye said, "Miss Hun, I just want you to know that I fell down the other day and broke my volume and it won't turn down". . .One day Mr. Lawrence Grant and the boys butchered a hog, and as we were rendering out the fat to use the lard to make biscuits with, I tried to move the pot of grease off the stove but the potholders slipped and the grease splashed out and burned both of my hands. . .Mrs. Hunsinger poured vanilla on my hands, but that didn't help any so they called Dr. John Davis. He put some kind of jell on my hands that he said was a new medicine for burns and was supposed to leave no scars. He also said I should not do any work until the burns healed, so I had to stay in the infirmary and Mother Frazier had to feed me my meals. But I soon got well and returned to the dormitory and resumed working. . .Another memorable thing about that year was that Maggie and I both got measles. . .TO BE CONTINUED

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER , 501c3, 4 Eagle Lane, Salem  

Seat Naming Opportunity at the ENAC:  Place your name or family name on a seat in the ENAC auditorium. A single name is $200 and a couple or family  is $250.  This makes a wonderful gift in a special place we all share and will help us continue to support our sacred school grounds.  Please call Darlene at  710-8758 or email eaglesnestartcenter@gmail.com for more information.                                                                                                                                                GET YOUR TICKETS:  Trial by Fire, a Journey Tribute Band to perform Saturday, April 29, 2023 at 7pm.  Tickets before the event are $25 available at Salem Town Hall and on Ticketleap or call 864-280-1258. Tickets at the door are $30 day of the event.     Doors open at 6pm.  

OCONEE MOUNTAIN OPRY:  Saturday, May 20, 2023 at 7pm.  Tickets $10.  ENAC presents a unique variety and evening of Local and Regional talent with comedy and old-time, home-town fun.  

FORGIVE: Jesus came to teach us how to live.  In his final breaths, Jesus cried “forgive them.”  If in his final breaths of despair and pain Jesus forgave us, we should all set an example, to live the last words Jesus cried on the cross….

Thought:   When we are caring for the earth, we are praising God!                        Happy Birthday Sena! LoveMom

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Food and Drink, Gettysburg

The Appalachian Brewing Company, commonly known as ABC, is an American brewery in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. It was founded in January 1997. Appalachian also operates pubs in Camp Hill, Gettysburg, Lititz, Mechanicsburg and Shippensburg. The logo features the Rockville Bridge, which crosses the Susquehanna river just north of Harrisburg.

Source: Wikipedia

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Podcast recs

Okay so I’ve been listening to podcasts during lockdown and here are some of the ones that I’ve enjoyed so far with a short synopsis to entice you to listen & also genre

1 - King Falls Am, genre: comedy, supernatural/horror (two late night radio hosts, Sammy and Ben, discuss the odd goings on in the small town of King Falls) 

2 - Heroics, genre: comedy (a superhero fan helps a real life superhero team rebrand with varying degrees of success)

3 - Wooden Overcoats, genre: comedy, dark comedy (Rudyard and Antigone Funn run the only funeral home in the village Piffling Vale until a man by the name of Eric Chapman opens up his own funeral home across the way forming a competition between the two businesses)

4 - Mockery Manor, genre: comedy horror 80s themed (In the summer of 1989, a theme park by the name of Mockery Manor re-opens it’s doors to the British public. Twins JJ and Bette are both working there trying to move on from their past at home. However, a mystery is brewing about the nature of the park with several missing cases and how the twins are involved in it all)

5 - Old Gods of Appalachia, genre: horror/supernatural (a horror anthology based off of Appalachian folklore and legend with most stories in the past two seasons being set in the early 20th century in key areas of Appalachia. Listener description is strongly advised for horror themes and depictions of some dark topics)

6 - Brimstone Valley Mall, genre: comedy (December 1999 before the beginning of Y2K, three demons are working on giving the best performance for the upcoming disaster when their fourth member of the band goes missing a week before New Years. This motivates them to try and find their missing member before their biggest gig that’ll rock the world. Contains explicit content)

7 - We Fix Space Junk, genre: sci-fi comedy (smuggler, Kilner and fugitive Samantha travel through the galaxy carrying out odd jobs to pay off their debts to the company Automicon)

8 - In Strange Woods, genre: drama musical (after a tragedy falls on the town of Whitetail, Peregrine Wells seeks out recluse survivalist Howl to find a way to survive on her own in the wildness. The story is told documentary style by a narrator who interviews all the characters in the story)

9 - Caravan, genre: supernatural drama (Samir falls into the Wound Canyon, a world of several supernatural beings take refuge. In his search to escape, he joins the caravan of Argeaux, a team of supernatural bounty hunters. Contains explicit content)

10 - Unwell, a midwestern Gothic Mystery, genre: mystery drama, supernatural (Lily Harper returns to the town of Mt. Absalom to care for her mother. During her stay though, he discovers strange goings-on in the town. Listener description is  advised for horror themes and depictions of some dark topics)

11 - Less in Morgue, genre: horror comedy (Ghost Evelyn and Ghoul Riley host a podcast where they talk about stuff. Often the pair will have a guest whether it was planned or a sudden surprise)

There’s more podcasts, but these one’s really stand out to me and I love them so much

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AMFM: Andy Mowatt's Frequency Movement

AMFM: Andy Mowatt’s Frequency Movement

Saturday March 23rd 2019 @ The Abbey Bar – Appalachian Brewing Company welcomed AMFM – Andy Mowatt’s Frequency Movement and opener Dirk Quinn Band to their stage!

I unfortunately could not make it out in time to catch the opening act, Dirk Quinn Band, but I overhead the buzz about their set from the crowd! The second band AMFMtook the stage moments after I arrived. I knew little about the band…

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Events: Oktoberfest 2017

"Happiness is real only when shared."  -- Chris McCandless

 For the past few years I have ridden a majority of my rides alone. Whether it has been a quick ride or a major event, most times I have found myself plodding solo. When it comes to events, I have found myself riding slower than the fast riders and faster than the slower riders. I either poured myself into the effort to catch the fast guys who, in turn, would dust me on the next climb, or I would slow down and feel unsatisfied. Riding with friends has always been something of an enigma.

The night before Kermesse Sport’s Oktoberfest Ride held in Collegeville, PA, I received a text from a ridekick, Josh, asking if I was still doing the metric century distance. Earlier in the month he had claimed he was going to do the short distance and fire off to a family function. Plans changed and we found ourselves shooting the breeze in the parking lot minutes before the start of the fall classic that departed from Appalachian Brewing Company’s parking lot. I had a companion for the next 100 kilometers through beautiful Montgomery County country and I was excited.

 With a riding companion, I also got the sense the event pulled more cyclists. As I stood in line for the bathroom I overheard two people talking about how this was their first Oktoberfest Ride. They had just come off successful Bicycling Magazine Fall Classic and Covered Bridges Ride. I wanted to poke my head into their conversation about how I wrote up each of those rides. Then the rider behind me asked my thoughts on the Hell of Hunterdon, taking into consideration I was sporting the stylish cap fro this year’s event. I told him to put it on his list for next year and to prioritize it. There was an excitement amongst those gearing up to ride. The perfect weather certainly helped.

I have previously covered those famous miles regarding the Oktobefest’s mimicking of the old Univest Gran Prix route that propelled Tom Boonen to fame all those years ago. Many participants certainly gave respect to the climbs on the route, particularly Eichele Road, a ramp that certainly would see some walkers throughout the day. Many riders gambled on staying warm in the early miles only to potentially regret that decision when the day heated up to balmy temperatures. That’s fall cycling. I’ve covered all that before. What really stood out this year was the camaraderie of those who swirled in and out of the trees, in front of then behind certain groups, and who all came together for Fig Newtons and the most scrumptious cupcakes at any rest stop in any event. (She remembered me again this year!)

 I’ve often read that cycling can be off-putting based on the elitist mentality that surrounds the competitive portion of the sport. While I’ve experienced that scantly, I can see where people get that idea. Yet rides like Oktoberfest Ride have displayed a melding together of diverse cyclists. There were competitive riders who shelved the racing spirit on account of the road season being over. There were cyclists who had completed other fall classics and were inspired to slay this course. Some were targeting the short course’s two challenging KOMs as a peak cycling experience. Nevertheless there were groups of cyclists for all abilities. Each time I was in a group, Josh was there to set the pace or to pull me up to the next group.

I’ve waxed odes to our regular hero Mike, but Josh has never gotten full recognition. This year I stared at his rear cassette for more miles than I care to admit. The finishing average speed and time were all his doing. My typical attack on the first half of the course with reckless abandonment – fully convinced I would attack the second half when I remembered there was one – crept up in the form of leg cramps once again. One of these days I’ll taper from coffee before a Kermesse Sport event to give myself a fighting chance. Josh attacked the first KOM and pulled along a rider who went around him with a few meters to go to the summit. He was not happy. He waited for my pudge self as I plodded up the hill, saying hi to a barking white lab and admiring the leaves. He then laid a blistering pull for the next few miles.

 I remember when that was me on the front plowing through the wind with pride knowing the riders behind me were only doing seventy-percent effort. Now I was the guy in the back seventy percent of the time. I couldn’t even pull through to take some of the workload. I’d like to think Josh’s effort was inspiring enough to propel me through the winter to be fast for one last race season. Perhaps I could save face and be the guy on the front for next year’s Oktoberfest Ride.

We wound around beautiful countryside Montgomery woodlands. The leaves were still yellowish, considering the ride was a week earlier this year. Despite technical corners and descents I still managed to sneak in views and admire where the bike has taken me either alone or with friends. I relished the conversation with Josh when I needed to take my mind elsewhere from the failing legs and singeing sun. This was the perfect place to be to close out the road season.

 We got to the only rest stop in record time. Perhaps that was I driving the pace. I knew what was there: I knew there were pumpkin cupcakes with maple frosting. I didn’t care what else was there (except Fig Newtons), I was going to score that cupcake. Imagine my surprise when I rolled up and saw not just pumpkin cupcakes but chocolate stout cupcakes beside them. I took one of each, not caring about gluttony at a Kermesse event. Those who missed out could have pretzels. I bit into both and experienced a mental gunshot louder than the clay pigeon range we had just passed. I got back on the bike with fire in my belly, or better yet, that incredible morsel of chocolate chunk in the middle of the stout cupcakes. Even Paul providing neutral support from Doylestown Bikeworks remember what he was wearing when he experienced the stout cupcake.

The second half of the course is where I leaned on Josh the most. I could tell he wanted to ride off at a faster clip. I knew I was the weakest link. He was the Neil Peart to the rest of Rush. There were moments where I hung on for dear life when he dropped the hammer claiming, “That’s such an awesome part to fly through.” If I could have found the words through shortened breath, I would have agreed.

 That word camaraderie returned when all the cyclists came back to Appalachian Brewing Company in Collegeville. Josh and I shared stories after having the German-inspired fare as the post-ride meal Kermesse – and Appalachian Brewing Company for Oktoberfest – is known for. I watched as people bounced from table to table and back again passing stories. It’s this type of gathering that eliminates who is capable of what on the road. Beginners and experts talked openly. Strava information was shared, naturally. Many of us gladly turned in our beer ticket to fill our finisher mug with a complimentary beer from the taps. There is no better way to finish a road season.

I headed home with the satisfaction of having completed my fourth Kermesse event this year. Though I considered it completed, I felt I should add an asterisk to the event admitting that Josh pulled me around the course like the wheelsucker I was. It’s not a race, the Oktoberfest ride, but maybe next year I can be the guy who tears around the course with several riders attached to his back wheel. That would be the way to usher in the off-season with panache. Regardless of the outcome, above all I hope the experience is shared with some of my closest friends.

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I'm judging a #cupcake contest today! @abcbrewco (at Appalachian Brewing Company - Harrisburg) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3STblLndYe/?igshid=lbpb15sfpdj9

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Pelican Brewing Company's Research & Development lead, Cat Wiest, receives receives this year's World Brewing Academy scholarship for February 2020

Press Release

Pacific City, Oregon (June 27, 2019)— Pelican Brewing Company brewer, Cat Wiest, is known for brewing beer with a sense of mission and purpose. She’s got an appetite for learning and an innate creativity ideal for innovating award-winning Pelican brews. It is that combination that landed her the coveted 2019 Glen Hay Falconer Foundation Scholarship to the Siebel Institute of Technology World Academy of brewing.

Wiest will be enrolled next February in the World Brewing Academy (WBA) where she will work to earn an International Diploma in the Brewing Technology Program at Siebel Institute of Technology Chicago and Munich campuses.  The International Diploma course is a 12-week comprehensive program intended for brewers seeking an in-depth understanding of the technical aspects and practical application of brewing science and technology. 

Wiest is currently a Research and Development Brewer at Pelican and previously held a number of professional brewing positions at Seabright Brewery, Speakeasy Ales and Lagers, and Pyramid Ales.  She serves on the Pink Boots Society Board of Directors.  Wiest is very involved not only in the national brewing scene but is also a committed citizen in her local community. The Scholarship Selection Committee noted Wiest’s ‘tremendous depth of work experience and life experience including solo trekking the Appalachian Trail.’

“Cat is engaged in brewing, in community, and in living life fully—she is clearly motivated and inspired by all around her,” says the Selection Committee.  “Cat has the potential to do much with the International Diploma scholarship, clearly from the technical side but even more from sharing her knowledge and mentoring others.”

The hallmarks of Pelican Brewing Company beers are quality, consistency, and creativity that combine to create a downright compelling experience. In order to consistently create captivating beer, Pelican annually invests in the intensive continuing education of its brewers and could not be more pleased that one of the Pelican team has earned such a distinct honor.

“Cat brings a perspective and creative point of view that is uniquely her own—she has an abiding interest in brewing process detail and improvement and is passionately interested in learning all she can about brewing science and process,” says Pelican’s founding brewmaster Darron Welch. “I know that Cat has a number of goals for her brewing career that fit well with the Falconer Foundation—she is a deserving recipient of this coveted scholarship and will continue to make invaluable contributions to the brewing industry. We look forward to seeing what innovations and creativity she brings back to the brewery.”

Because of their ongoing education, Pelican brewers have a deeper understanding of the ingredients and process that impact the quality of its popular brews. They know that to really create an unforgettable end product they need to have more than a rote understanding of the sequence of tasks that goes into brewing.

 “I am so honored to receive this incredible scholarship—as an R & D brewer, the World Brewing Academy diploma course will give me the reinforcement I need to marry the creative side of brewing with the scientific” says Wiest. “With the responsibility of innovating new recipe ideas, it is more critical than ever for me to fill in the gaps of my education—I am confident this program will spark my creativity in some wonderful new ways!”

About Pelican Brewing Company Pelican Brewing Company was born at the beach in 1996. Here, in front of a rundown old building at the water’s edge, stood three enthusiastic young folks whose thirst for great beer overshadowed their understanding of what it would take to build a brewery. They did it anyway. Thanks to the vision of founding owners Jeff Schons and Mary Jones, Oregon’s only beachfront brewpub became one of the state’s most popular destinations. And now 24 years later, Pelican Brewing Company is an iconic beach brand and one of the most decorated craft breweries in Oregon. Pelican has been honored with more than 450 awards including the prestigious 2015, 2016, 2017 Australian International Beer Awards Champion Medium International Brewery; 2014 World Beer Cup Champion Small Brewery; 2013 Great American Beer Festival Large Brewpub of the Year. Why? Pelican brews are playful, but not frivolous. Brewed with purpose, passion and a deep respect for the craft. Pelican operates brewing and brewpub facilities in Pacific City, Cannon Beach, and its state-of-the-craft brewery in Tillamook, Oregon where it brews 40,000 barrels of award-winning beer annually and distributes to six states. Pelican’s vision, its beer and values were born at the beach where the team wakes up each day in a place that reminds them that amazing is possible. Cheers, Fellow Fanatics!

from News - The Northwest Beer Guide http://bit.ly/2KJKW9H

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If you're in the Central PA area don't forget! June 8th is the #PennsylMania #HipHop #Music #Festival in Harrisburg! Local and out of state artists will be hitting 2 stages with the headliners being the legendary #Artifacts! Tickets are only $15 so HMU if you need any! 🎟 #LiveMusic #LivePerformance #rap #cyphers #Harrisburg #Pennsylvania (at Appalachian Brewing Company - Harrisburg) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx3jZyFHIPo/?igshid=qyo2pbqt1ktv

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Increasing Preference for Healthy Beverage Drives the Craft Soda Market Globally

Market Overview

Craft sodas are produced in small batches. These are specialty drinks and contain all-natural elements with diverse natural flavors such as ginger ale, crème soda, and root beer. Craft sodas come with fruit variations like orange and cherry along with natural sweeteners such as honey, stevia, and pure cane sugar among others. They are mostly available in cans and bottles throughout the world.

Craft soda is an artisanal drink which is usually opted as a healthy substitute to regular carbonated drinks. They are prepared with natural ingredients and contain less or no preservatives. The rising demand for beverages with natural ingredients among the growing health-conscious population is likely to drive the craft soda market analysis. The wide popularity of crafted beverages including craft soda has encouraged the beverage makers to introduce innovations in their offerings and develop their product portfolio with artisanal roots. For example, Coca-Cola launched two fruit flavored sodas in February 2018; California raspberry and Georgia peach in the US market to exploit on the rising popularity of craft soda.

Key Players

The global craft soda market has been dominated by key players such as Appalachian Brewing Company (ABC). It was established in 1997, with their original brewpub and brewery situated in downtown Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. ABC is one of America’s major brewpubs. The other key players include Dr Pepper Snapple Group, Inc (US), Cannonborough Beverage Co. (US), Peak Drive Beverages (Canada), Brix Soda Company (US), Five Star Soda (US), Bucksnort Soda Company ltd. (US), Phillips Soda Works (Canada), Batch Craft Soda (US), and Tuxen Brewing Company (Denmark).

To get more info: https://www.marketresearchfuture.com/press-release/craft-soda-market

Market Segmentation

By category, the worldwide craft soda market has been segmented into organic and conventional craft soda. The conventional craft soda segment is likely to rule the global craft soda market over the forecast period. Though, the organic segment has been projected to expand at a higher CAGR over the forecast period owing to the growing preference of customers for organic products. The cognizance towards the advantages of organic products is projected to drive the growth of the segment.  

By packaging type, the worldwide craft soda market has been segmented into cans and bottles. The bottles segment is likely to lead the global craft soda market over the forecast period. However, the cans segment is anticipated to develop at the highest CAGR over the forecast period owing to its on-the-go suitability.

By distribution channel, the worldwide market for craft soda has been segmented as non-store based and store-based market. The store-based segment has been further sub segmented into convenience stores, hypermarkets, supermarkets, and others. The store-based segment is likely to rule the market wherein hypermarkets and supermarkets are anticipated to hold a remarkable share. However, the convenience store segment is expected to record the highest CAGR over the forecast period. The convenience stores are developing their assortment of beverages in the shelves which is anticipated to increase the rise of this segment.

Regional Analysis

Based on region, the worldwide craft soda market has been segmented into Asia-Pacific, Europe, North America, and RoW. North America is likely to lead the global craft soda market. Additionally, the increasing demand for organic craft soda in the US is expected to further aid the market growth in this region. Europe is also projected to hold a notable share in the global craft soda market with increasing need for craft beverages.

The APAC craft soda market is expected to grow fast with increasing preference for flavored carbonated drinks among the customers. Evolving markets such as India, Australia, and China are likely to widely contribute to the growth of the craft soda market in this region. Manufacturers have an increasing potential in these regions to introduce their products in the untapped markets.