So, there's this guy, and he's got absolutely nothing to do on a Saturday night. He catches wind that there's this local alt-folk band playing at the local micro-brewery. Who doesn't love some good alt-folk, aye? So he meets up with some friends and departs for the brewery. It's probably worth mentioning that in this band there's a drummer, of course, and that drummer has a daughter (well, a couple daughters, but we'll just focus on the one for now). This daughter has decided that she'll meet up with some friends as well and watch her dad shred the djembe on this particular night. Guy gets to the bar, it's packed; he decides that in lieu of a pint, ordering a growler is the most economical and responsible decision, so he does. He is not given a glass however, so he takes this as affirmation that drinking directly from the vessel is a socially acceptable thing to do, at least in this setting. From across the bar, the drummers daughter sees this taking place, and is aghast. She can't decide if what she's seeing is whimsical and comical or just down right repulsive. She decides to confront him to find out. She asks him, as if she did not already know the answer, if he is drinking directly from the growler spout, and explains that this is abnormal behavior. He rebuts this claim, and explains how if it wasn't meant to be he would have been given a glass. Meant to be . Meant to be it was, because they talked the rest of the night. Falling in love almost immediately. They went on a date the next night and fell in love a little more. They went on more dates. The girl met the guys dog and fell in love even more. Then one day the guy got on a knee on an emerald isle and asked the girl to spend forever with him. All because of a glassless growler...