So.
The family is already installed in the mountains, I have my last day of work tomorrow before the holidays. I’ve cleaned the floors. I’ve done the laundry. It’s past ten and I put on a dvd with Elvis Costello’s talk and music show featuring lots of musical goodness. There is nothing on the news I need to respond to.
I grab my opener and my bottle of the Jolly Pumpkin version of the Special Holiday Ale. A collaboration with Stone and Nøgne Ø, no less. A big bottle.
And everything erupts over my trousers and the newly cleaned wooden floor.
Merry Christmas, Jolly Pumpkin. I am sure your homes smell of barrel aged beers seeping into the parquet as well. May all your Christmases be barrel aged.
Og god jul til deg, Knut Albert, og takk for hyggelig samvære i 2011.
Alltid en fornøyelse å lese bloggen din.
Rune
God Jul, Knut Albert, og takk for advarselen
Merry christmas, and thank you for an excellent illustration of why bottle eruptions are so unwelcome. I’ll open my bottle over the sink.
God jul, og takk for mange hyggelige ølopplevelser i året som gikk.
Kos deg i Eggedal!