Boz and I kicked things off by quickly posing for the world's worst picture:
|There's simply no excuse for this. The Vegetables apologize.|
And then we all dove in headfirst:
|Serious beers. Serious pretzel.|
|As always, the ladies were teetering around in their high heels.|
I am conveniently lacking any pictures of myself at Oktoberfest. I happened to be sporting knee-high black boots with 4" heels on this particular evening. But, since there are no pictures, I will continue to poke good-natured, hypocritical, fun at my countrywomen for their questionable footwear choices.
|We tossed around the idea of having a few hot dogs for dinner but reconsidered after discovering the alarming weiner-to-bun ratio at Japanese Oktoberfests.|
|And then a congo line of party people went dancing by and every single member gave Boz a 'kanpai!!'|
And I now know the one thing that can successfully get B's attention while he's eating: a 40-member-strong Japanese congo line. To think...all this time, I've been trying "Hey babe, can you listen for a sec?" Psht. I was WAY off.
We spent the rest of the evening drinking beer, people watching, and enjoying the festive energy. I took an exorbitant number of pictures...none of which mean anything to me now because they're all of strangers dancing in the dark (a common Oktoberfesting hazard, I suppose)..but I'll share one of the keepers:
*B and I went on an outing with the Tokyo Snow Club a few weeks ago and one of the group leaders (an Aussie) used the word 'party' as an adjective. Specifically, he used it to refer to a winery...as in 'It gets pretty party up there'. I love it and am adopting it. So, loyal readers, what would heretofore have been described as wild/crazy/fun/etc will now sometimes just be 'party'. It's not a typo. It's a new adjective.