Last night we decorated our tree, Fraiser (Fir) Crane. Instead of enhancing the whole making the apartment look like Christmas vomited everywhere experience with a delicious winter seasonal — I did that earlier — I bucked convention and drank a tasty pumpkin beer. Patterson Pumpkin by Maryland’s own Full Tilt to be exact. It was just sitting there. In the fridge. Luring me in with promises of pumpkin-y goodness.
Surely I jest? No, surely I don’t. I’m living on the edge. And you can’t stop me.
Also we got a beer mug ornament. It’s awesome. But not awesome enough to be given a name like the tree. I mean, c’mon now. I’m not crazy. We’re still getting to know each other.