After getting into the dorms, a shower and a 2 hour nap, I was ready to whoop it up on the town. Walking to down town, I walked past a local park where there was much activity. Lookingf ro the local Bavarian BLast Festival I stopped by to see sho this group was.
As it turned out they were teh class of ‘72 High School reunion. They teased me about not even being alive until they discovered that actually was teh year that I was born. I visited with them and told them of our quest. They were suitably impressed but felt a little embarrassed smolkng in front of me. So I left them to their beers and cigarettesa nd headed down the hill.
Down in town I could hear the Oompa Oompa music of hte festifval and like moths to the flame, I found my way to the festival. On my way I found Margo, Helyn, Adam and Jeff. Not foks I usualy hang out with, so it was mice to have some new company. Jeff had talked their way into the festival, since we thoughthte $8 a person was a bit to much. My first attmept to talk my way in , got me nwoeher, but I found a lovely lady who had a son in Phoenix and after acting like we were supposed to be in, I was in.
I made up for the entrance fee, as I tried some fot he delicious 1919 rootbeer. 1919 is a locally brewed rootbeer that is only served on draft. While everyone else was drinking this beer or that I was appreciating the rootbeer. I also really enjoyed the German Arts and Crafts that they had on display. The hand carved nutcrackers and coo coo clocks were wonderful. I also really enjoyed some of the patterned doillies that havd bee stretched and hung for a window decoration.
In the end I bought myself a carved scene from this German carver. I am so excited to have it at the new condo for Christmas.
After the shopping, I foudn the gang who were dancing polkas and dancing with the costumed creatures that sort of freaked us out.
The Oompa music was very entertaining. I amd so used to hearinghte Mexican Polkas back in Phoneix that to hear and dance real polka was quite a change.
Near the end of the eveing we got talking to onoe of the locals, Jeff.
See Jeff.
Jeff was a member of hte locl New Ulm band and quite a musiciian and singer. As it turned out he hung with us all night. When it came time to go and for us to walk the few miles back to the dorm, Jeff said he was too drunk to drive and loaned us his car. Since I was the sober one, as I had only been drinking root beer, we were grateful for the generosity and took his car.
Our Rider Jeff, did stay with Jeff and the 2 of them went to a few other local bars. Driving home, Helyn was very concerned that we had left Jeff alone and that something bad mioght happen to him. Coming from big cities we all understood this, but it was small town Minnesota and things were different here.
In the end we had a great night, and really got to enjoy the festival, opne fo the few local flavor things we have really gotten to sink our teeth into on this trip.
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