Once your staff of taped beers stands taller than you, you've achieved full wizard status. It's simple. It's stupid. It's really awesome.
The birthday boy, almost halfway there. Does that make him a wiz? Or a zard? Either way, he's getting pretty sauced.
The Brew came pretty late so he has an excuse for his feeble staff. Although until he achieves full wizard status, he's just walking around middle earth a mere mortal.
Wizard congress in session.
Although my staff stood proud (about 20 beers worth of proud) at the witching hour, I, alas, did not.