Friday, September 17, 2010

On making an international ass of myself

I suppose it's high time I told you that I'm going out of the country for a while to drink beer with professional beer drinkers.

Because, while I might not be training for any races right now, I *should* be training to drink beer in stein-sized quantities for our trip.

See, last year, while fresh off a 12 mile training run, Bubba and I attended a fabulous and ultimately vacation-changing event at a friend's place.

Is an event that changes the course of your predetermined vacations at all significant?

It is if you're us. Because we take our vacations veryVERY seriously, something I know I've mentioned before. And, usually, we do one beach-type trip in the summer and one snow-type trip in the winter and that is how we roll.

Snow happens. Sand happens. We are both sated in our need for said things and end our year on a happy note.

Except last year, before we even set out to plan this year's vacations (we are those losers that do this planning over the December holidays because we are psychos), we got distracted by an extremely fun and festive party at our friends' place and I think it had something to do with all the beer and meat.

Bubba and I - we like beer and meat. And pretzels and pickles and words with รถ in them. And in case you haven't guessed what this life-changing event was, I will tell you.

It was Oktoberfest

Our friends, one of them being my favorite Germaness, hosted a great little Fest at their house that, by the end, had us all talking about Did you know that next year is the 200th anniversary of Oktoberfest? which later evolved (during a German themed meal at the Germaness's house) into us talking about Wouldn't it be cool if we all went to Oktoberfest in Munich next year? and then later into What hotel are you staying in and how do you like this dirndl for me?

Basically, Bubba and I have discovered a new thing about ourselves - when it comes to beer and meat, we can be convinced to travel to other continents and to do so dressed in costume.

Let the power of beer and meat never be underestimated. EVER.

So, yeah, we've packed our dirndls and lederhosen, girded our livers and have postponed cycling and running training schedules until October - when we'll have hopefully returned from disgracing ourselves in festive garb to reclaim our sobriety and potentially embrace vegetarianism (never).

And, you know, since we'll be all in the neighborhood and such, we're going to visit some friends who live conveniently in an adorable town near (in?) the Black Forest and then take a little run up to Amsterdam to, you know, see the canals and such.

Sure, we didn't do a ski or beach trip this year in any formal fashion, but with all the beer and meat that awaits us, it's almost like we don't notice. Plus - the photos! Can you just imagine the photos, people? I mean, really. 

Coming soon - photographic evidence that I'm a horse's ass.


  1. I. am. Jealous. With a capital J. Jealous. I am of German descent and Joe grew up in Germany (and served 3 years in the Army in Germany) and we would love to go. I think we'll have to wait until the kids are older.

    Oh, and, hey! Love that dirndl! Have a rocking time!

  2. We're heading to the Black Forest and to the Rheingau next year in May -- we'll have to compare notes, and photos, and dirndls!

  3. You're seriously going to wear the dirndl and lederhosen?

    You're my kinda people.

  4. Oh, I love Germany! You're going to have so much fun! And while enjoying your meat and beer, don't forget about the sweets. Can't wait to see the photos.

  5. Have fun!!!

    Sounds like a great trip.

  6. well... i'm just glad that you have our entertainment in mind and value it above all else!

  7. Oh Finny! You LUCKY LUCKY girl! I'd take Germany over beaches or skiing or most anything. I hope you're having a FABULOUS time -- can't wait for the report!

  8. Ooh, I'm so excited for you guys.

    And may I just say I love that you take your vacations seriously?

    The last time I was in Munich and Amsterdam, I was all of 21 years old. Sigh.

    Looking forward to all the photos!

  9. Basically, Bubba and I have discovered a new thing about ourselves - when it comes to beer and meat, we can be convinced to travel to other continents and to do so dressed in costume.

    This is one of the 17 reasons I adore you. Thanks for keeping us in the facebook loop. Can't wait for vacay evidence! xo


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