I’m German. Schoenig, Dunhoft. Fulmer. Rolfes. Lots and lots of German floating around in this gene pool. So when Oktoberfest season starts (yes, there’s more than one here) I get happy. This weekend we went to the first of the season – Germania Oktoberfest.
and creme puffs.
Most importantly, we sat at the crowded picnic table surround by trees listening to some German lounge singer under the twinkle lights, and we were happy. It was beautiful night to celebrate the joys of being German. (I took Josh’s name, and he took my heritage). We talked and ate and laughed and took pictures and tried to win my mom a purple monkey (we failed). We were together. It’s been a long time since we had such a great night. It was well deserved.