Danke Schoen!

Happy Oktoberfest, lovelies!!

A couple of weeks ago, Hubs and I and some friends spent the day celebrating, well, celebrating.  I'm not quite sure what he purpose of Oktoberfest is, but it seems to be a party for the sake of partying. Like, one day, some German fella said, "You know what? I love to party. I think we should have a party. Let's have a party to celebrate partying!! With lots and lots of beer! Whoo Hoo!"

I'm sure this is probably NOT accurate. 

But I'm not TOTALLY sure. 

Just for the record, I also think that Cinco de Mayo evolved the same way. I'm sure that Mexican fella heard about all the fun that German fella was having, poured himself a delicious margarita, and whipped up a party of his own. 

I really should write history books. 

We started the day off at a local Oktoberfest celebration downtown. Our city's first ever. I have nothing to compare it to, but I have to say, it seemed like a hit! We had a ball! There was a craft biergarten that hosted several beer-tasting tents. You paid for a ticket, got a T-shirt and a pint glass plastic shot glass, and you could sample anything you wanted, as many times you wanted. Being the crafty veterans we are, we brought our Tervis Tumblers from home:

They filled those babies up for us! Forget those little bitty free glasses. Homegirl knows how to lock it down. 

We spent several hours there, acting like we owned the place. We brought tents, chairs, our own glasses.... we were the mayors of that Oktoberfest town. 

We even ended up with our own entertainment. 

Check out that Tervis, baby. 

Let's try that again, boys. This time shoot for "less dorky."

Ah, well. That'll have to do.

Yeah, baby. He's coming home with ME tonight.

After the downtown festival, we went to an Oktoberfest celebration at a fairly fancy restaurant in Virginia. This is normally a really nice restaurant, but they let their hair (and feathers!) down for a little brew-haha every year. Good thing for us, since we weren't exactly in "fancy restaurant " condition by that point. 

Our lovely friends Steve and Kelly

More awesome friends Ann-Marie and Chris

Ain't we cute???

Heehee. We convinced Ashley to get on stage with the Oompah band and play the bells.

MORE COWBELL!!

Now for some equal-opportunity humiliation. Durn you, whoever grabbed my camera!

I am so stinkin' hilarious that Ashley can't even stop long enough to get a picture.

Let's see how she does when THIS happens!

 Tee hee!

And here are our guys being ultra cool. What up, yo? You can't touch this.

Get it, Steve! Those kicks really need to be higher. You're never going to make it as a Rockette if this is all you can offer.

 

This is Ashley's brother, Andrew. He's the single man in the group, so he became my pet. I'm not sure he was happy about this, but alas, he had no choice.

 

Ok, ok. I'll come back where I belong.

 

Wheeee!!!!!!

We had a great time, and as much as I miss my girls when Steve and I go out with friends, I sure enjoy that time. It's so refreshing for me to have "adult" time, and this sure was a fun day.

Thanks, friends!