Another Oktoberfest has come and gone and in my true form I drank the night away and was merry. It was complete with Polka music, shots of Jagameister (the killer of all shots, once you have it the night goes to a new level) and a bottomless cup of beer.

I ran into a few people I went to highschool with and caught up on the small city gossip. It's always interesting to see them but you always have that awkward goodbye. It's like the visit is a small blip on the radar screen and as soon as they are gone you go back to forgettting them.

The night was missing one important thing, I never heard the "i don't want her, you can have her, she's too fat for me" song.