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.
Every once in a long while, Texas produces a delightfully beautiful day with perfect weather. On such a rare occasion, the only course of action is to call up a friend and take a stroll through the coolest neighborhood you can find.
We never like to take a trip that is strictly work related. There should always be an element of fun!
So the boys left on a fishing trip, giving us an opportunity for some good quality girl time.
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 LOVE to have people over! And my current place is a pretty decent party spot.
Forrest Gump once said, “Jenny and I went together like peas and carrots….” Well, Texas and I go together like beer and bbq.
I think the longer you live and the farther you travel, you begin to realize how little you need and how little you really want. And my prediction is that years from now, on my deathbed, I will realize that all I really wanted from life was to walk barefoot through beautiful lands with the sort of people who illuminate the world with kindness and good vibrations. And maybe to swim so far that I actually transform into a mermaid…
Every time you wake up in Hawaii, there is the distinct possibility that you are still dreaming. Continue reading