Every Beer Tells A Story.

At Parker County Brewing Company, we believe that every beer has a story, and every story deserves to be shared. Our mission is to craft exceptional beers that not only tantalize the taste buds but also connect people to the rich tapestry of local legends and personal tales. We are committed to celebrating the spirit of our community, honoring the legacy of our land, and fostering connections through the timeless art of storytelling.

By infusing each of our brews with the essence of these narratives, we strive to create a unique and meaningful experience for our customers, ensuring that every sip carries a piece of our heritage and a taste of our passion.

People have been calling me a liar since sophomore year...

Not about grades, not about ditching gym. But about her. My Side Pony Blonde.

It happened last summer, right before dusk, at the arcade on Main Street. I’d just dropped my last quarter into Street Fighter when she walked in. Golden hair catching the neon light, a side ponytail swinging like it had its own soundtrack. She wasn’t trying to get noticed. She just was.

The room shifted. People pretended not to look, but everyone felt it. She went straight for the pinball machine, dropped a coin in, and beat my high score while sipping a beer. Didn’t even glance at the scoreboard. Just smiled at me like she already knew I was going to follow her anywhere.

We started hangin' out in a way that didn’t make sense, but felt perfect...

No plans, just… moments. We’d walk past the movie theater without going in, just to talk about how lame the hundredth Jason Vorhees movie looked.

She’d pull me into the record store to “listen to something that feels like summer,” and then we’d stay for hours, flipping through vinyl and talking about everything except ourselves.

She was smooth and easy to be around, like you could just breathe better when she was near. But there was always something a little unexpected, like she’d be sweet and warm one second, then hit you with a comment so sharp it made you laugh for days. She had this way of making the world feel crisp and new, like every street corner was waiting for something to happen.

I never told her, but she reminded me of the first sip of the perfect drink on a hot day. Golden, bright, and refreshing in a way that makes you think, "Yeah… this is exactly what I needed."

We started hangin' out in a way that didn’t make sense, but felt perfect...

No plans, just… moments. We’d walk past the movie theater without going in, just to talk about how lame the hundredth Jason Vorhees movie looked.

She’d pull me into the record store to “listen to something that feels like summer,” and then we’d stay for hours, flipping through vinyl and talking about everything except ourselves.

She was smooth and easy to be around, like you could just breathe better when she was near. But there was always something a little unexpected, like she’d be sweet and warm one second, then hit you with a comment so sharp it made you laugh for days. She had this way of making the world feel crisp and new, like every street corner was waiting for something to happen.

I never told her, but she reminded me of the first sip of the perfect drink on a hot day. Golden, bright, and refreshing in a way that makes you think, "Yeah… this is exactly what I needed."

And then one night, she was just… gone....

And then one night, she was just… gone. No big goodbye. No “see you later.” Just a half-finished beer on the dash of my car and a cassette tape with a handwritten label that read, “Play when it’s summer.”

I’ve been carrying that tape in my glovebox ever since. Haven’t played it yet. Maybe I’m afraid if I do, she’ll disappear completely. Or maybe she’s out there, walking into another arcade, breaking some other guy’s high score without looking.

You’ll probably say she never existed. But me? I know better. She’s out there. Somewhere. Leaving people a little dazed, a little smitten, and a little better for having crossed her path.

Until then… she’s my Side Pony Blonde.

Boldly Effortless, Forever Elusive.

Side Pony Blonde carries with it the spirit of stories half-remembered and legends whispered in hallways, the kind that linger long after the telling. Just like that golden-haired girl with the side ponytail, this brew doesn’t try to impress, yet somehow always does.

Smooth and approachable with a subtle sweetness, it finishes crisp and clean, leaving only the memory of its effortless charm. Rooted in the carefree confidence of the 80s and crafted with a nod to the bold and rebellious, Side Pony is more than a drink; it’s an experience that feels both fleeting and unforgettable. Each sip invites you into the myth, daring you to believe, if only for a moment, in the magic of what might have been.

Side Pony Blonde embodies a feeling, a fleeting moment you can’t quite pin down but never forget. Bright, golden, and crisp, it echoes with the soundtrack of neon nights, arcade lights, and stories nobody fully believes but everyone wants to.