As I got older my mom would sometimes have trouble figuring out what to get me for Christmas. She would sometimes resort to the flawed logic of “Chris likes (insert pop culture event here), therefore any manufactured object relating to that is fair game.” This culminated in 1997 when the Star Wars Special Edition movies were playing in the theaters. I was very excited to see them and probably mentioned them a bunch of times throughout the year. That Christmas she combined my interest in Star Wars with my dislike for alcohol gave me a large Star Wars themed beer stein.