We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Your post may be headed "the archaeology of wine and beer," but it seems to me that most of your avid readers are moe interested in the topography of the young woman carrying said beer.
The problem is, all of us have access to the beer, so no biggie. Few or none of us have access to the--wonderfully put--"topography" of the young lass, thus the drooling.
Another tradition gone horribly wrong, The lime is not for the beer, it just sits on top to keep the flies out. Remember where this tradition came from!