Wednesday, 17 October 2012

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.