There is an oddball Davies family tradition of putting your beer on your head when someone wants to take your picture. (And you happen to have a beer.)
I recently told someone that I am pretty normal. Shortly thereafter, I took it back. I am not normal, nor do I wish to be.
Anyway, the best beer on head picture is of my sisters and I at Southside 815 in Alexandria, Virginia. We are all grinning like fools and holding our beers on our heads.
It was New Years Eve. I don't remember the year, but I *think* I was underage. (Go, me! I mean ... Well, I'm not running for President. So yeah. Go, me!)
Anyway, our dear friend and honorary sister, Beth G., wanted to take a picture of us. We're not all together that often.
We all put our beers on our heads. No discussion. No plan. No good reason, in fact.
In my book, you don't need a reason to put something on your head.
I'll post the picture when I find it.
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Sawyer got the memo about putting things on your head. He's far too young for beer, but he's happy to improvise.
Hope you aren't normal today.