I’ve avoided Oktoberfest for years, mainly because I and many friends went to university here, so in my youth I got PLENTY of Oktoberfest.
However, Helen brought it up ages ago, since Steve insists on coming out every year. Plus Helen dangled the added lure of seeing Steve in Lederhosen. And then Steve and I had a drunken conversation at the wedding about it. And then they brought it up again and happened to have two tickets left.
So Sherry and I found ourselves in a cab last night with an over-cologned driver, heading to the Alpine Club, which had been going gangbusters since 4pm that afternoon. (Helen and Steve had been at the Queensmount the night before and the beer tent on Frederick in downtown Kitchener that afternoon…)
We met up with Helen and Steve and friends of theirs. An excellent time was had by all. There was eating, drinking, dancing, and the rubbing of Steve’s tush. Ahh, good times.
Photo evidence here.