We are back and I'm not sure how, but I seem to be back on Eastern Standard Time already. I'll post more later, but I can tell you that much beer was drunk at Oktoberfest (and that's not the only thing that was drunk), we had a snowball fight at Hitler's teahouse (serves the old creep right), and Melis and I marched across the garden fountain at Mirabell Palace just like the Sound of Music kids did during "Do Re Mi" (but we were not dressed in drapes).
Linda and I had some homemade Slovakian brandy in an antique shop in Bratislava, Dad and Jimmy smoked Cubans, and my mother sampled lots of Viennese chocolates.
Also, the potato salad is amazing. I can't wait to go back.
5 comments:
That pic of you with a stein is simply devilish. Are you drunk at that point?
You had a snowball fight? How did I miss that? I must have already been in the elevator on my way down to Brunhilda at that point.
@James: No, I was not. I actually didn't get drunk at all. (I was not one of the ones being referred to in that sentence.)
@Kris: Yes, and my dad was the one who started it. He threw a snowball at your dad, who responded by throwing one at me! Brian also threw one at me and I threw one back at him, but my revenge against your father has yet to be completed. (Actually, I just forgot about the revenge altogether. Must start keeping a revenge notebook...)
po-tae-to
Boil 'em, mash 'em, put 'em in a salad?
What has it got in its pocketses, precious?
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