Sometimes I wish I lived in Germany
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Oktoberfest is here.
Has been since the 22nd, actually.
A two-week festival, attended by over six million people, all for drinking awesome beer, eating amazing (and heart-cloggingly delicious) food, listening to jammin’ local music, and talking with your friends. Young casualties of alcoholic excess strewn about so frequently the locals call them “beer corpses,” even the local politicians slumming with the common man by tapping the ceremonial First Keg.
It’s like the Irish condensed their social habits into a two week period and learned a different language.
Someday I will be a wealthy imports/exports baron (possibly friends with Art Vandelay) and I will go to these festivals of joyous excess whenever I want. In the meantime…I’ll write articles about them.
-Jim still holds a grudge about the cider, though