Oktoberfest

The soccer club the boys belong to are in weekend number three of their Oktoberfest celebration. Only one more to go. Last night I manned the Volunteer and Groupon check-in. I'm really amazed a how many people in Milwaukee own lederhosen and dirndls. This morning, Brian was up bright and early for Grill Station. He smelled like a bonfire when he got home, and put pigs and chicken on spits. He was in heaven. His shift was over in enough time to make it to H's soccer game. It was pouring rain the entire time, but the team won 5-1. Afterwards, we picked up my nephew and niece, and brought them back home with us. Of course, we had to take them to Oktoberfest! We met up with the Schwebel's, and ran into several parents from H's soccer team tonight, which was fun. We dined on Brian's roasted pig (there he is, above, with his creations - ok, those were probably long gone, but you get the picture), and my nephew downed a couple bratwurst on pretzel rolls. Delicious. The boys have been talking since last time we went about winning a fish. C & my nephew each won one. C would line his hand up like an arrow then throw the ping pong ball. Clearly, it was all based on skill and technique. H was bummed out, but ended up getting Jacob's fish after all. They are both in fish bowls now. Happily swimming around for (hopefully) a few days. We'll see how long they last. H named his fish Goldie. C's, is Bill. (That one's for you, Papa!)








Introducing, Goldie & Bill: