next year, same time. . .

it's ten/ten. next year it will be ten/ten/ten. to quote russell from "almost famous", "think about that."

i went to the "enumclaw oktoberfest" last night. i know, i know, oktoberfest is actually in september, but leave it to enumclaw to "rock" a festivities later than the traditional "Münchener" festivities and to "rock" said festivities USING THE SAME PARKING LOT AS THE HIGH SCHOOL HOMECOMING FOOTBALL GAME. good plan. after "curating" my own parking spot and one for my male "oktoberfest buddy" where none truthfully existed, things actually went pretty well. there were a bunch of "duscher" guys carrying way expensive denim and fancy-printed t-shirts that according to my "oktoberfest buddies" probly cost a couple "benjamins", some people running around with bibs printed with the "archetypical" "mädchen chest"--a "boob bib"--and lots of silliness associated with the fact that the only people there were high school teachers and the students they taught three to fifteen years ago. there were also lots of women who looked like they buy their makeups at the "used" section and their clothing at the "look at my boobs not my face" section. i mean, there were lotsa boobs. i don't tend to frequent that sorta get-together. the beer selection--you know, the "raison d'aitre"--was, um, disappointing. each vendor had only two or three taps, and most chose to be "originalish" and posted up his or her own "oktoberfest" and probly a "german pils". a couple went "way" out on a limb to post "brown" ales, and my female "oktoberfest buddy" "rocked" a "ginger pale" from some high minded brewery calling itself the "trade route" brewery, but on the whole, the "fillosafee" seemed to be "variety is NOT the spice of life." also, even though two of us grew up in enumclaw, we must have looked outa place cos we got asked if we were "from seattle". which is akin to asking a portlander if he or she is "from los angeles". "last call" was an angry, "yelly" man running around "gettin all up in everybuddy's shit" and telling them they had a "half hour" to finish their beers. all five ounces of it. all in all, though, an amusing evening if not a dramatic one. oh, and this slightly-less-than-random (and kinda hot) woman with whom i used to work rushed up to us and told my male "oktoberfest buddy" that she "love[s his] parents" probly four times before giving me a mushy, drunken hug. which i totally appreciated. even though i don't think she remembers my name.