Last week, Nate was all like “Hey Girl. I’m going to make this beer tasting thing. Wanna blog about it?” I’d make a dorky Ryan Gosling-esque picture but he may divorce me. Or not build me stuff. Equally bad.

Nate likes beer. Different varieties of beer. It takes him at least 10 minutes in the freezing cold Target beer aisle to make his selection. After about two minutes I threaten to head to the clothes department if he doesn’t hurry up. Grocery trips with us are fun. Don’t even get me started on the trips to Hy-Vee Wine and Spirits when my brother comes to town. At least TJMaxx is next door.

Back to the beer.

We like to host beer tastings on occasion. Everyone brings a six pack to share. I drink Sangria that I don’t share. (I am one heck of a host.) We usually serve some kind of easy to prepare food like tacos or burgers. It’s a super easy party to throw because the entertainment is discussing the many varieties of beer everyone brought. Bam. Party hosted.

Nate thought it would be fun to make fancy beer flights.