The Oktoberfest Chronicle, part I

I’m currently on a party barge making its way to New Glarus, Wisconsin. The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, and the bus driver insists upon playing the most horrible country music known to man.

But that’s okay. For we are going to Oktoberfest. It’s a Germanic tradition that dates back literally thousands of years, when the Bavarians decided to exercise their long-atrophied humor muscles and try to convince the humorless Prussians that September had ended early. Also, they drank beer from novelty footwear and vomited in each other. And that proud tradition continues to this day.

I’ll be “live-blogging” today’s stupidity. Maybe. It all depends on my level of sobriety. We’ll just have to see what happens, won’t we?