I am the member of a very special club. The Micro Brew of the Season Club. Yep, I'm not a complete alcoholic, but I do enjoy a good beer every now and then. Let's just say I'm a bit of a beer snob, and I'll be the first to admit it. I'm strictly a dark beer drinker (If I could toast with a pint of Guinness at the wedding, believe me, I would. Hell, if my meal consisted of a plate of pancakes with a pint of Guinness, you couldn't find a happier girl.) This dark beer habit of mine started back in law school, and it actually used to cause quite a lot of issues on dates with guys. One date I went on that only lasted ONE date (and I can't imagine why), I ordered a Newcastle and the guy ordered a Miller Lite, looked at me and said "your beer choice emasculates me." Um, sorry, buddy, not my problem. And yeah, don't openly say that something I'm doing is emasculating you on the first date. Not cool....it wasn't the first stupid statement he made in the course of an evening, so needless to say it wasn't a match made in heaven. He wasn't my type anyway, but I've always joked that the one I would end up with would be a dark beer drinker, which T is. And T knows me well, and he is aware of my good taste in beer, so this last Valentine's Day, my present was a one year membership to Micro Brew of the Season Club. (I think after my brother heard of this present, HE wanted to marry T.) The first delivery was scheduled to come at the end of February so I had to wait to enjoy my present.
So in February, T got notice it was to be delivered, and all was good in the hood until I get home and realize that, wait, someone who is 21 years or older has to be home to sign for the package. So my beer was sitting in some UPS truck waiting for my signature. Of course, UPS delivers to our house between 8:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m., and both T and I work so being home to pick up said package just wasn't a possibility. T calls UPS and tries to figure out a way to get our package, and the only feasible way could be for one of us to drive to the UPS distribution center up in downtown Indy after the truck returned back from deliveries the next day. It would be sometime after 7:00 p.m, they said. We looked up where this distribution center is, and wouldn't you know it, it's in one of those really nice parts of town where I would definitely go driving around after dark. (Note the sarcasm) T bravely says he will go pick up my present (after I ranted for about 30 minutes about how this is my present and he should be the one risking his life to go get it.), and he heads up there late in the evening and successfully retrieves the package. "Next time, I'll just stay home to get it," he says. Famous last words, let me tell you.
Last week we got notice that the second shipment was coming in, and I actually got a phone message stating that UPS would be trying to deliver my package between 8-5. T has meetings and things he can't miss that day at work, so I happened to stay home sick the day of the delivery to sign for my package. I figure, surely they'll come right around lunch, and then I can shower and go on with my day. Lunch rolls around, no package. Then the afternoon slowly starts to crawl by, and by the time it hits 4:00 p.m, I am starting to get ticked. I still haven't showered, and I feel like I can't leave the living room should the UPS guy happen to come to the house and ring the doorbell and I'm out of earshot of it. So I text T and bitch about it. He says "sorry, babe, I'll take over when I get home and you can shower." To which I respond, "this better be the best beer I have ever tasted in my life." So it hits 5:00 p.m., he gets home, and I shower. Still no package. Then it's 6:00 p.m., and we're eating dinner. 6:30 rolls around and we THINK we hear a truck pulling in the driveway. He looks out the window. False alarm. Then it's going on 7:00 p.m., and we actually do hear a truck pulling up. T looks out the window and sees the UPS guy walking away from our door. Get this: the dude was trying to leave us a "sorry you weren't home" notice! Seriously? Did he ring the doorbell? Nope. He said "Oh, I didn't think you guys were home..." (The thing that gets me about this is the man probably makes more than I do in his job and has to exert this much effort to perform it.) He reluctantly goes back to the truck and hauls out the huge package of beer. Then, when T hands him his ID to prove he is over the age of 21, the guy takes 10 minutes trying to find the birth date on there, and he actually reads out the date of December 1, 2009. Yes, my fiance' is under the age of one years old. That sounds right.
I can see why the guy didn't want to carry it because it is a pretty heavy box, but I still think he was just trying to skip out of work early. This is the package I receive every three months:
I get 12 bottles (4 of each kind) of different Micro brews made all over the U.S. While there are no dark beers in this bunch, as they are mostly summer pale ales, they are pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. The beer is awesome as is the gift, and I do love T for getting this present. He put a ton of thought into it, and I love that about him. However, I do have to say that the gift has ended up being more work for the both of us than it is worth. Our next shipment is expected late August, and I have told T under no uncertain terms he is responsible for this pick-up. (We will see if that actually occurs....)
Just goes to show sometimes creativity can backfire on you! Jewelry always works as a nice gift, right?