I think we were so excited to go to Oktoberfest that we forgot to turn the radio on in the car. We sat anxiously the whole way up the canyon in silence...well almost Tyrone isn't capable of being quiet for more than two minutes. That's why I love him. He's a talker and I am not. You wouldn't guess that I'm not a talker by the way I run my mouth on here. I hate talking.
I couldn't get the thoughts of a giant german wiener accompanied by a peice of german chocolate cake out of my mind. I want to know the recipe to this cake because it is the best german chocolate cake I have ever had. The beer is not the reason we go to Oktoberfest. First of all it's in Utah and they only sell the local stuff or Bud & Bud Light. Ew.
We've gone the last two years (here and here) and have had a blast every time. Last year it was snowing like crazy. I love sitting and watching all of the elderly people dressed in lederhosen dancing around with their giant steins. Oh and making mean comments about all of the yuppies to myself in my head.
|the wieners were so good they deserved two shots|
|Tyrone likes the beer that tastes like steak sauce. Uck!|
This was the view on the way out of the canyon and we had a nice little playlist accompanying us.
4 Non Blondes - I rock the shit out of What's Up
Rob Bas and DJ E-Z Rock
The Dead Weather
And we spotted this beauty on the way out too.