What an exciting and bizarre week we have had....
Traveled to mother fuckin Cincinnati since I donned the digi camo... sadly realized that she has gotten even more vibrant and beautiful than when I first fell in love with her. We came for the Oktoberfest and stayed for the good company. After a 9 hour drive on Friday, we went straight to the Haufbrauhause (I just misspelled that, didn't I?) and got perfectly shitty with a bunch of ol' CCMers.
Saturday, we awoke early and ran about town, pretending to be locals again. Of course I went to Whole Foods. Of course I bought beer and cheese. Of course I about cried when we drove past our old house. I can't help this shit. I love that fuckin city. Then we went back to our wonderful hostess' house to eat her breakfast casserole, which was fuckin phenomenal. We attended the keg tapping at noon on fountain square and then snatched a table by an oompa band. We all shot the shit while drinking out of giant beer steins. Took out the djarum blacks and our new friends took them without much prompting. A parade passed by and I literally jumped on into it and asked a German brass band if I could play their instruments if I supplied my own mouthpiece. They were thrilled to give me the chance. Love it! The alphornist I harassed later was not so gracious. (dude, I'm classically trained.... I've played horns worth more than very nice cars, I'm gonna take care of your fuckin ridiculous alphorn.) We were so beat after our long day int he sun that we literally went to a public park and passed out in the grass. That was a first. And a bug bit me on the forehead.
On Sunday... shit, what did I do? I think we ate another casserole. Ate leftover indian food. Umm... went to Ault park and missed my old glory days of loading a huge bowl and exploring the city. (in cadence now... the army life is not my styyyle....) We went to Arthurs with our hosts and ate their fried cheese...
Traveled to mother fuckin Cincinnati since I donned the digi camo... sadly realized that she has gotten even more vibrant and beautiful than when I first fell in love with her. We came for the Oktoberfest and stayed for the good company. After a 9 hour drive on Friday, we went straight to the Haufbrauhause (I just misspelled that, didn't I?) and got perfectly shitty with a bunch of ol' CCMers.
Saturday, we awoke early and ran about town, pretending to be locals again. Of course I went to Whole Foods. Of course I bought beer and cheese. Of course I about cried when we drove past our old house. I can't help this shit. I love that fuckin city. Then we went back to our wonderful hostess' house to eat her breakfast casserole, which was fuckin phenomenal. We attended the keg tapping at noon on fountain square and then snatched a table by an oompa band. We all shot the shit while drinking out of giant beer steins. Took out the djarum blacks and our new friends took them without much prompting. A parade passed by and I literally jumped on into it and asked a German brass band if I could play their instruments if I supplied my own mouthpiece. They were thrilled to give me the chance. Love it! The alphornist I harassed later was not so gracious. (dude, I'm classically trained.... I've played horns worth more than very nice cars, I'm gonna take care of your fuckin ridiculous alphorn.) We were so beat after our long day int he sun that we literally went to a public park and passed out in the grass. That was a first. And a bug bit me on the forehead.
On Sunday... shit, what did I do? I think we ate another casserole. Ate leftover indian food. Umm... went to Ault park and missed my old glory days of loading a huge bowl and exploring the city. (in cadence now... the army life is not my styyyle....) We went to Arthurs with our hosts and ate their fried cheese...




















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