Because there's nothing else to do on Sunday, it's no surprise that Oktoberfest was bursting at the seams.
And because it was a bit warm as we swam upstream on this perfect fall day, at times, I smelled hair.
But we wanted to walk around and capture a few sights and sounds of the festival - including this drunk couple who exemplify what the "Oktobermess" is all about.
Apparently, they didn't eat a pretzel.
Maybe the drunk couple should have snarfed down a cookie or two. Though, I told Chris I never see anybody actually eating them - only wearing them. They probably taste like cardboard.
Finally, when this drunk couple stumbles their way back to the car (sad but true), they won't find it there as the police are constantly towing vehicles around the fairgrounds. "Dude, where's my car?" they'll say. Good thing it's gone. Friends don't let friends drive drunk.
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