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...of beer class. My mother, I know, is so proud. I'm sure she was concerned.
Regardless, tonight was our last night of beer class. We got to taste beer with different foods, such as chorizo sausage and horseradish cheddar cheese, and we also learned such gems as these:
Again, if you're in the Greenville area, PLEASE go check out the Growler Station. We're so not kidding. They are THE nicest people, and so knowledgeable. Big Jon = beer genius. Just...please go, okay? Do it for me. You can thank me later, preferably with a growler.
But honestly, the best part of tonight for me? My B had his fantasy football draft at 7:45. We left the Growler Station at 5:40. He had his iPad in the car, ready for action...and apparently, Apple products don't cooperate with Adobe Flash very well. So he was driving, giving me his phone (a non-Apple phone, clearly) to do his fantasy draft. It sounds so unimportant, but here's the thing: my Mimi, who lived to be 95 and who is one of my role models to this day, used to say, "We're making memories" anytime anything silly happened. Driving down 385, hungry, with a Labrador waiting for us, while I tried to understand the finer points of fantasy football and do my fiance's drafting, was pretty silly. I knew remarkably little of fantasy football before tonight (he was explaining it to me between draft picks). But it was important to B, so therefore it's important to me. Likewise, when my computer is crapping out during the semi-annual Lilly Pulitzer 3-day sale and I'm having a spaz attack, I KNOW he'll be right there beside me, offering his computer, or at least comforting words and condolence for not being able to purchase the pretty Murfee scarf for uber-cheap. Not that I have any experience (yet!), but I think that's a pretty good idea of what marriage is - caring about what's important to your partner, even if it's not necessarily important to you. I could care less about fantasy football, but I love my B more than I can adequately put into words.
So to summarize: a) sign up for September beer school, and b) I can't wait to be a wife.
Life is good, y'all. Life is good. :)
I've missed school a lot, but we found an unlikely outlet: beer class. No, you're not hallucinating. I said beer class.
Beer school is at the Greenville Growler Station, which we visit every Thursday night for a free tasting and a growler fill-up. It's a lot of fun because Big Jon knows more about beer than most people know about ANYthing, so you can be assured you'll get a really good description of whatever you're thinking of buying. He won't let you walk away with anything bad. We LOVE the Growler Station. If you're a Greenvillian, please go check them out. They're good people, and they dispense beer. What more could you ask for?
So when they announced they were having beer class for three one-hour sessions in August...well, we were hooked. And last night was our first class. We covered the brew process and the history of beer. It was a LOT of information at one time, especially when you considered we sampled (and by sample, I mean had nearly half a glass each) of FIVE different beers. Despite the buzz, we learned a lot. My B made fun of me because I took two very full pages of notes, but hey - once a student, always a student. Here are some of the fun facts we learned...
I won't spill any more fun secrets for any of you who are going to September's beer class, but I'll tell you that so far it's definitely worth it. We met some nice new people, we tried some delicious new beers (and one of my classic old favorites, Lindeman's Framboise Lambic), and generally had a good time. Three cheers for beer class with my new fiance!