To be honest, I can’t think of anything wrong with Oktoberfest.
Unless you hate drinking beer, dancing, meeting new friends, and eating hearty warrior-fueling dishes, you need to get yourself to this blessed tradition and partake. Our venue this year? Beethoven Mannerchor in Southtown. Get after it San Antonio!
Beer. Let’s start with the most important building block of any successful Saturday night.
But I’m not talking about your average six-pack and chill. No, the standard at Oktoberfest is to drink your weight in beer. And then drink your friend’s weight in beer after. Just look at this.
Ein bier, bitte! It’s just one…famous last words at this gathering of mad polka dancers.
Now we weren’t completely irresponsible, we soaked up some of the alcoholic nectar of the gods with solid carbs and meat. Pretzels, potato pancakes, Rueben sandwiches, leberkase, goulash…we ran the gamut.
And when the traditional band vacated the floor, the dancing began. All ages, all levels of drunk, combining into one glorious display of mad dancing skills. And of course the chicken dance.
Did I lie? Absolutely nothing wrong with this dignified tradition.
As my main bear, Winnie the Pooh, would say….It’s quite the blustery day!
That being so, I put on my coziest “man-flannel” oversized shirt, forced my cat to cuddle with me all morning, and have warmed my soul with coffee and Steinbeck.
But it got me thinking about my “rainy day essentials,” like cats and men’s shirts. Thought I’d put some Gloomy Weather Links up for you fine folks.
- Drinking my coffee out of these:
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- Latest Purchase: Ass-Kicking Biker Boots
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- This song on repeat:
- This sir narrating another favorite:
And then this goofy cat That’s my rainy day! Show and tell time, message/comment what you need on a rainy day!
I love the light in the morning.
I may not know everything, but I do know this: Jumping out of an airplane after drinking a liter of champagne is not as awesome as it sounds.
I take comfort in the fact that no matter what happens in life, the sun will set and rise again.
Nothing could suit my hippy soul better than a Valentine’s weekend of camping under the stars.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of a job must be in want of a day off.
I woke up early on Christmas morning like I always do.
“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jackfrost nipping at your nose…..”
Well, no open fires allowed in California (for obvious reasons), and we’re a tad short on jackfrost. But Christmas Eve remained every bit of magic Nat King Cole promises in his Christmas song.
I woke up the morning of the 23rd at 5am, having no idea where I was. Flannel sheets……no, this isn’t normal, coffee’s already brewed….I can smell it from….downstairs! I’m home!