Sadly, this year's Wurstfest wasn't all it should have been – the older daughter got quite sick, with a nasty rash and 103-degree fever, so she wasn't leaving the house. However, my wonderful wife decreed that I should go with the younger daughter, which turned out to be a great move for both of us — apparently, those two had a great bonding experience with each other at home, and me and the YG did at Wurstfest. Sometimes it's good for kids to get some one-on-one time with one of the parents, without that annoying other sibling getting in the way.
So YG and I went with the Noxious family, Nosregref family, and Up From Sloth family and had a great time. In fact, I see that Bookhart has already beaten me in posting a recount of the evening. God, what a great idea Wurstfest is. I get a continual flow of Paulaner Oktoberfest beer in my cup. My kids (in this year's case, just one kid) get continual carnival rides, and all of us get yummy food – corndogs for the girl, sausage and kraut for me, and we crowned the evening with fried Oreos, which as disgusting as they might sound, are incredible (see picture).
Damn you should have seen the Noxious daughter in her lederhosen. It doesn't get much cuter than that. Everyone in the crowd was enraptured by watching her, the Nosregref daughter, and YG dancing on a table together to the polka band.
Hey NB Pete: Sorry we didn't hook up. Unfortunately, you New Braunfels residents can show up at Wurstfest at 10pm, whereas we out-of-towners have to make it more of a daytime thing. Since it doesn't end until next weekend, we might go back so that the OG doesn't feel cheated. If we do, I'll give you a call.
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