The Oktoberfest gods smiled down upon us yesterday. When we woke up it was pouring down with rain and I was devastated that it would be too cold to wear my dirndl. But very gradually, the rain abated and the blue skies prevailed. It was still a little chilly, but hey, sometimes you have to suffer for your art!
So off we went to Oktoberfest. It was like nothing I’d imagined. A big fairground with food stalls, shriek-inducing rides, kids running around, girls in dirndls, men in Lederhosen, and beer! Lots and lots of beer! What was really wonderful is how everyone gets into the Oktoberfest spirit. I had been prepared to feel like a weirdo wearing the regional costume, but I think I would have stood out more if I hadn’t worn it. I’d say 85% of all women (between the ages of newborn and 90) were wearing them. And I was a bit sad that David hadn’t been swept up in the hoopla (like the other 70% of dudes), and bought himself a handsome pair of Lederhosen to wear. Oh well. Maybe next time?