oktoberfest

apparently, october was an awesome month even before i was born. who knew? people from 175 years ago, that's who.
our own delicious slice of the bavarian tradition was squished lovingly into sansom street between 12th and as far as i remember walking.
great food? check.
great beer? check.
great people? check.
dunk tank? check?
sumo wrestling? um, check?
f*ck yea, check! i'm officially done with the word check. forever. it's now the c-word. it's also much preferable to call a girl a "check", for all parties involved.
the sushi/sashimi/sake restaurant on sansom decided to contribute to the festivities by installing an inflatable stage complete with enormous wrestling suits to approximate the size and stature of the real athletes. surprisingly comfortable - and surprisingly free - these massive body jackets allowed you to move about with relative ease in repeated attempts to flatten your opponent with your faux fatness. fun is not a strong enough word to accurately describe the exhilaration of drunkenly slamming your weight into another person only to crash to the floor with them, oozing laughter from every pore. hilarious! the alcoholic haze surrounding the street fair somehow masked the selfish independence and slight racist generalizations of the restaurant, so i was happy to comply.
although i also don't see the connection between old grains and soaked girls.
sure i do.