Wurstfest and the downhill box issue.
We took my Mom to WURSTFEST. She doesn't enjoy beer, designated driver!
Wurstfest is about two things, Sausage, Beer and the Chicken dance. Notice the lady with the chicken hat behind Kat. she's doing the Chicken Dance!
That's right! I'm not driving. Beer was enjoyed...
We ran into friends at the Wurstfest.
PROST!
All those years at Cotillion dance class paid off at Wurstfest. It was great to see #1 son enjoy a dance with his Grandmother.
I love seeing all the people dressed up for the event. These pics are from the Polka competition.
I'm not much of a hat person, but I got swept up in the Germanity of it all. I ducked into the nearest photo booth to get a pic with my new purchase.
The ladies at the beer ticket booth have been making a scratch for each time the Chicken Dance is played. They do this for each year. This was the last day of WurstFest 2015 and the count was up to 53 by the time we left.
Our friends introduced us to the craft Bier Garten. We'd never even been to this part of WurstFest.
It was all down hill from there...
The kids opted to not get on the Ferris Wheel or any of the rides what would require converting cash to tokens and standing in line. They found some cardboard from a dumpster and threw themselves at the mercy of the hill.
#2 son had some early success, but was unable to replicate proper downhill technique. Frustration did result.
Meanwhile, the other kids gave themselves to gravity with little stress or drama.
Time to head home....