So to keep you all updated on what's been happening around here lately (that you actually WANT to hear me go on and on about), I've posted some pictures from this year's Volksfest. Please note compact knitting was stuffed into my tiny bag so as not to miss a single stitch.
Masskrugs (liters!) of beer, greasy food stuffed in a bread roll and slathered with mustard and goofy German pop music aren't the only highlights of this event. This year, we concentrated our efforts on finding the quintessential Franconian male. This usually includes hair that is short on top and long in back, as many things as possible hanging off of his belt area, a mustache is a must and they are usually found in t-shirts or jackets with the Nuremberg Soccer club logo (FCN).
And Mom, before you start wagging your finger, it's not making fun of anyone, it's embracing the culture we live in.
Shields even took some time to appreciate the female of the species.
And the table next to us started their own Olympic sport of stacking Krugs. It was great fun to watch, but I'm glad I wasn't in the way when they came tumbling down. One guy got a nasty smack on his hand, the glass was fine, but he was full of blood.
I'd rather jump up and down on the benches to goofy cover band and poke fun at the table of soldiers next to us who can't dance.
It was a great night in the end, we didn't drink too too much and we were completely exhausted from dancing on the benches and singing along at the tops of our lungs.
Go ahead, make me jealous, make me homesick. Isn't it funny how you can always find the soldiers in a croud like this? I have to admit some germans sure got stuck in time, just look at that hair
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