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.