This birthday boy, that's who. We celebrated with beloved friends and family last night at Oktoberfest, and it was grand indeed. We ate bratworst and potatoes and saurkraut and pretzels, and liters and liters of Alpine Larger. Well, some of us did, I opted to drive David Michael so he could fully enjoy his night, and it was definatly worth it. The dancing, the stomping, the slamming of steins, the leaping over tables and the stickiness of beer and sweat that permeates everything, the mockfights and the singing words you don't know at the top of your lungs, the parade though the tables, the hoochie german maid outfits, chicken and peter pan hats, the white thigh highs, the braids and beards.
Christine's photos came out great, and they are here on her Flickr Page. Enjoy!
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