My cousin pulled a can of beer out of the garage the other night.
It apparently tasted like metal, and nobody liked it… it had been out there for a very long time… and it might have come out of a dumpster just before it ended up in the garage…
Since nobody liked it, I offered to use it.
For my hair.
I told them how I sometimes use beer as conditioner – it is great for hair, plus it always smells great!
“So, you don’t drink beer, but you put it in your hair…”
That was all yesterday.
Today, the beer was still on the counter, because I’d forgotten to use it last night in my shower.
The conversation somewhat repeats itself among the family who are gathered here today – and who happen to be all different from yesterday, except for my mom (and no, this is not our house).
In the middle of their doubt and unbelieving, my grandma confidently joins in, “Oh, yeah!… We used to sneak beers from my daddy’s, and use them… use them in our hair… oh, yeah,” she nods.
We all can’t help but to comment and ask her questions while she’s still talking, and she manages I answer our questions by the end of her two sentences.
Then my cousin says that, well, he, too, used to steal his daddy’s beers, but not for that, not for his hair…
We all laugh, processing the fact that Grandma user to steal beers… and that she poured them in her hair…
I mean, I‘m all about it, but I still think it’s a somewhat abnormal thing to do… too hipster for most these days, perhaps one could say…
‘I was stealing them for my hair, too… I was conditioning it from the inside… at the roots,’ my cousin adds.
Obviously, we love the nerdiness and the cleverness of the comment, and delight in our collective nerdiness.
Also, it felt nice to have my crazy idea actually sanctioned by someone considered not only sane but to be one in a place of authority within the whole family… that was great, and totally fun.
So, who knew that my grandma and I had ‘sneaking beers’ and ‘using beer in our hair’ in common?
Man, that’s cool.