A barrel of fun

At the suggestion of our friends Anthony and Carlos, we decided we'd take Poppop to our little town's version of Oktoberfest, run by the local German heritage society. Oh my good Lord did we ever have a blast. And really, are you going to have a bad time at a place where you can buy a refill on your 5 liter beer?



We came as soon as they opened, at lunchtime on Saturday, and there were no lines. Rides were included in the price of admission, and their kiddie ride selection was quite nice. So we rode and rode and rode. Neither munchie couldn't decide if his favorite was the clown train...



... or the bouncing dune buggies. Choices, choices.



We also spun with Poppop inside fiberglass monkeys. Isaac got dissed by the bumper car operators, who declared he was not yet 42 inches tall, openly negating the judgement of the operators at the Indiana State Fair a month ago. Turds.

But none of that mattered, because there were hot dogs and soft pretzels to be eaten by the young people, as well as authentic bratwurst, potato salad, and various kinds of chocolate cake-like substances. And, once AnthonyCarlos's mommy bought me a beer, it was time to participate with my young boys in traditional German folk dances before finally letting it loose on the polka floor.



My O'Neal boys, they are half German, you know.