...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. :)