Oktober Noch Einmal.

Second time in Oktoberfest and it's open season as usual. This year the pretzels managed to grab first stage, the weather was temperamental and the roller-coasters particularly dizzying. Some tents were explored, more nooks pried, less slimy-slippery tarmac traversed.
Why is it though that a hysterically funny night with a wandering Finn and a temporary baker, in utterly inappropriate clothing at a small local bar with only five more people watching the telly, sticks out in my recent memory and how does that reflect on my Mass drinking prowess, I do not know. And I care even less frankly.