It’s Oktoberfest time and apparently that’s kind of a big deal in the Twin Cities. I’m inferring that from the amount of Oktoberfest celebrations I’ve heard about on the web. I think the last time I went to an Oktoberfest, I was about 5 years old. I remember there being quite a bit of peanuts and beer.
It was then that first heard about dark beer. It really did my parents in the next day. No, I wasn’t scarred by their hangovers or drinking, so calm the hell down judgey-wudey.
Actually, I’ve always wanted to go to another Oktoberfest, but you know, as an adult, so I can drink beer.
One thing that keeps me from going is people. I kinda don’t like crowds of them. But, maybe if I’m full of beer, I won’t mind so much.
I do know I would love to see people dancing the polka. Which makes me realize that I probably shouldn’t be surprised that Oktoberfest is such a big deal here in Minnesota. I mean it was settled by quite a few German immigrants, a few of whom were also my ancestors.
So I guess the question is, which of these Oktoberfests will Paul & I attend?