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.
One of the perks of living close to downtown is that there are so many lovely spots to walk to!
Good Afternoon, Humans of the internet.
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.
I LOVE to have people over! And my current place is a pretty decent party spot.
“We have no plans to open a second location, no plans to expand really,” the woman at the counter explained, “It’s named CommonWealth because we want this to be a gathering place for the community. That is our only goal.”
How do you like your meat? Hanging in a massive glass cabinet on meat hooks? No? Don’t knock it ’till you try it!
There’s nothing I love more than a Saturday morning stroll through a farmers market.
On a day off, I want to go do something! Even if it’s hell-frozen-over cold outside…