The Monthly Editorial Blog By Schlafly Beer President Tom Schlafly
A marriage made in heaven is perfect. A marriage made at The Schlafly Tap Room is even better, especially one arising out of our annual Hop in the City beer festival. Beth Pierburg and Joe Bottani first met at Hop in the City in 2007. With courage supplied by Schlafly Beer along with encouragement from Beth’s twin sister and Joe’s mother, mutual interest was kindled. Beth then moved to New Mexico and their budding romance was put on hold. Beth came back to St. Louis for Hop in the City in 2008, where she once again encountered Joe. Their romance was re-ignited and continued with lots of commuting back and forth between St. Louis and Albuquerque. On 10-10-10, the birthday Beth shares with her twin sister, Joe popped the question leading to their wedding in Santa Fe on May 12, 2012. I’m honored that Schlafly Beer was part of the celebration.
In addition to good beer, the formula for success at Hop in the City includes good music. In that regard we won’t be making the same mistake as organizers of the London Olympics, who invited Keith Moon, the former drummer of The Who, to perform at either the opening or closing ceremonies. (Seriously. I am not making this up.) Mr. Moon, who died of a drug overdose on September 7, 1978, was not able to accept this invitation.
In addition to his having died 34 years ago, there’s another reason we wouldn’t want Keith Moon at Hop in the City. We simply couldn’t afford to pay for the property he probably would have destroyed, starting with the portable toilets. While Mr. Moon wrecked lots of things in the course of his short career, he had a particular predilection for blowing up toilets with dynamite. According to some estimates his destruction of plumbing in general and toilets in particular caused as much as $500,000 worth of damage. Not surprisingly, this habit led to his being banned for life from several international hotel chains, including Hilton, Sheraton and Holiday Inn.
In fairness to rock musicians, it must be noted that other hotel guests have also been known to behave rather poorly. For example, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, who was at the time the Managing Director of the International Monetary Fund, was accused of sexually assaulting a chambermaid at the Hotel Sofitel in New York. Allegations have subsequently surfaced about Monsieur Strauss-Kahn’s involvement in a prostitution ring extending to hotels on both sides of the Atlantic.
Perhaps taking their cues from world leaders, some agents with the United States Secret Service have also cavorted with prostitutes in hotels, most famously at Hotel El Caribe in Cartagena, Colombia. The American public was appalled by this revelation about agents whose primary mission is protecting the President of the United States. Over the years this protection has even been provided while some of the presidents themselves have been whoring around. (Numbers 35, 36 and 42 come immediately to mind.) The lesson to be learned seems clear. Women of ill repute are a threat to national security in hotel rooms in Colombia, especially when their clients refuse to pay the going rate. They are apparently not a threat to national security while romping around the White House with a Commander-in-Chief who enjoys executive privilege.
While some Secret Service agents may have uncontrolled libidos, I don’t want to impugn the character of all of them, especially not those who came to The Schlafly Tap Room in March of 2005. The agents in question were assigned to protect Dennis Hastert, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, who had lunch at The Tap Room before attending the NCAA Wrestling Championships a few blocks away. By all accounts these agents conducted themselves as perfect gentlemen, albeit gentlemen who were extremely and uncompromisingly protective of the Speaker.
Over the years both The Tap Room and Bottleworks have hosted lots of distinguished patrons. Actually, all of our patrons are distinguished in our minds, but some have attracted more media attention than others. Among those who recently attracted national media attention were Jim and Mary Forsyth, whom I spotted at The Tap Room bar with a producer from NBC’s Today Show. The producer was in town to do a story about the Power Ball lottery ticket worth $218,666,667 that had been sold in Red Bud, Illinois. As the owner of the Moto Mart where the winning ticket had been sold, Jim had received a check for $500, 000…… enough to pay for all of the toilets destroyed by Keith Moon. Jim chose to spend at least some of the proceeds on beer at The Tap Room. Thanks, Jim.
The winning ticket had been purchased by Merle and Patricia Butler of Red Bud, who admit that they were extremely lucky. Almost as lucky as Beth Pierburg and Joe Bottani were to meet each other at Hop in the City five years ago.