Saturday, September 29, 2007

Oktoberfest: Redford Style

A good Oktoberfest is more than just Men wearing Lederhosen & eating sausage. Unfortunately, this one was less. Of course, there was a bratwurst counter, but no one was dancing in lederhosen and the beer sucked, not to mention the cotton candy & Phantom Menace nachos. I went to this shit-ass festival because my parents wanted to go & I figured it'd be nice to hang w/ them for an evening. After about 20 minutes, my mom asked me if I knew what was right down the road. "Hell?" Apparently not, but I have a feeling it's in the vicinity. The other thing in the vicinity is the location of my high school, so I suppose I should have known what I was getting into. M parents ordered, rather than the standard sausage in a bun, the pork tenderloin dinner. As the woman took the top off of the vat of this so-called tenderloin, I thought, "You're not seriously considering eating that, are you?" I need not tell you that the answer was a resounding "YES!" And they both regretted it the way I knew they would. It was this small piece of spam-esque meat w/ a side of potato salad & sauerkraut. The sides looked alright, but I just went for the nachos...a little-known German delicacy. I also had a cup of Spaten which wasn't bad; of course, 98% of the people there were just drinking Labatt's Light... a little known German dark ale. A little tid-bit of info about Spaten: the brewery can be traced back to 1363... that's kind of impressive. Anyway, as we ate we enjoyed some live music by a group of douchebags w/ a sax & an accordion. One expects accordion music at an Oktoberfest, & I've never been shy about the fact that I love me some polka, but one wouldn't expect said band to be playing a stupid "Achy Breaky Heart" parody that goes "Don't play that song, that 'Achy Breaky' song / I might flip out & kill someone." A logical sentiment regarding Billy Ray Cyrus, except that in order to play the parody, one is basically playing the song. After we finished the beer & nachos we headed outside to check out the vendors. I was hoping for lederhosen or signed photos of Karl Heinz Rummenigge or maybe some Hasslehoff memorabilia, even some Nazi stuff would have been kinda neat, but I guess that's a touchy subject for some people. Instead, there was a booth selling pink cowboy hats w/ light-up bunny ears. I don't mean the ears were next to the hats on the counter, I mean the ears were somehow (& for some unknown reason) attached to the hats. I say all of this knowing you may think I didn't have a good time, but it was fun & for some odd reason, I'm glad we went. I guess if nothing else, it gave me a blogable weekend activity.

5 comments:

jason said...

I don't follow the high school thing. You mean CC? Have you been over there to check the new building? And what did that have to do with the rest of your story?

Elizabeth said...

Uhm... I am sorry I missed it. The high school reference was a bit unclear. Please tell me you purchased a pink cowboy hat with bunny ears!

Andre said...

I just meant that since it was in Redford, like CC was, I should have known what I was getting into.

I went to the new place a couple times. It's amazing. It's like a small college.

I ran into Fr. Wheeler. He actualy recognized me and remembered my name.

Anonymous said...

For your next Hasselhoff reference: http://www.flickr.com/photos/vitamin_k/19580114/

anna louise said...

Could of been better i guess.But,i always say a night out is generally better than a night in alone