Long live the polka -- the easiest dance in the world to do while drunk. Neither April nor I was drunk and we didn't dance, which pissed off April a bit. Sorry, honey ... I blame it on the band. I was expecting some employees wandering around in authentic German garb. I was expecting a REAL polka band. I was expecting a dance floor larger than 10x15ft. Instead, it was bunch of drunk, working class suburbanites and a band with a polka beat belting out bad Billy Joel and Jimmy Buffett covers serenading a group of bad dancers packed like sardines onto a tiny plank surface in the corner of the tent. Geez! Once again, I aimed too high.
I did score a plastic Warsteiner boot -- perfect for traveling! It even has a lanyard for easy transport. It'll be perfect for our party this Saturday. (If by some misalignment of the stars I didn't invite you, you're welcome to attend ... FLECKTOBERFEST! Sat, Nov 3rd.)
Happy anniversary, April. Three years ... working on a lifetime.