As the professional drinkers that you know and love, Tanya and I got there before the doors opened so we could claim the best table. You know, the table near the beer, food, bathrooms and the smoking area.
So, the evening went as it always does....drink beer, eat food, drink more beer, eat more food, dance the chicken dance, drink more beer, down shots of Jaggermeister with a gaggle of lesbians in designer eye wear, dance the polka, drink more beer.
All was going well until the end of the evening... While breaking a sweat on the dance floor, I took a spill on some beer that had been spilled. In fact, when I think back, it was really just a blip on my memory of the evening. After leaving the dance floor and settling back at the table, I somehow found myself in the middle of a fight...man "with chair as weapon" attacks large group, unfortunate me in the middle. Luckily, Chris (the only sober one) grabbed the offender and held him until the law showed up. Finally, the police on hand had something to do besides flirt with women on the way to the bathroom. They quickly hauled off the chair wielding bandit...
It was a good evening and when I arrived at home, I noticed how much my foot was hurting. After I removed my boots, I looked down to see that two of my toes were swollen, bruised and throbbing. How does one tell the difference between sprained and broken toes? Nonetheless, I spent the rest of the weekend with my foot elevated and my toes on ice. Now that's how to party.
Happiness...a full room of beer drinking fun loving people...
This guy was amazing...he's twice my age and moves a hell of alot better than I...
Kevin...smiling in anticipation of the Chicken Dance.
Yummy...and the sauerkraut was so good. I could have eaten a plate full of it...
Tanya and Chris make quite the pair.
Awh...aren't they cute?
Rick is having a great time...although next time, a DD will be planned so another pitcher can be ordered.
What follows is a series of pictures that find Kevin surrounded by a bevy of Lesbians urging his consumption of Jagger shots.
And he lives to tell the tale....
Tina was kind enough to pick up some ginger cookies for her kids. I wonder if she told them where her cookies had been????
A couple of tarts holding a couple of cookies.
A fond farewell to Oktoberfest 2008...it was fun
The only casualty of the night...my two toes.