After one of our first big snowstorms of the year, Rett and I jumped through snowbanks to make it to happy hour in one of our favorite Northeast bars. I chose the Schell Snowstorm and it seemed to go perfect with the blizzardy weather conditions outside. I proceeded to buy a case of Snowstorm because I loved it so much, but discovered that there really can be too much of a good thing. Conclusion: Great for when you just want one, too many more and it loses its fun.
The hubby made me join! :) Seriously, I remember being one of those girls at college basement parties that had to plug my nose and guzzle the beer as fast as I could to taste it as little as possilbe. Now, I'm all growed up and enjoy a good beer every now and then (or possibly as often as I can). Thanks for making this possible Rett! View all posts by Reebs