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Today I returned from my first gig at OktoberFest in Mount Angel. My feet hurt. There were lots of old women in traditional Bavarian dresses doing the Chicken Dance. Supposedly, tomorrow night there will be lots of young women in traditional Bavarian dresses doing the Chicken Dance.
The Chicken Dance is a very silly little dance that actually becomes quite aggravating to listen to, but fun to perform. People who perform it get into it, in part because it involves a healthy amount of chicken mimicking and butt wiggling. In traditional Bavarian dresses, butt wiggling is a good thing. After dancing like a chicken three times in a row, each dancer swings his or her or its partner round and round. I think NB13 and her brother should do the Chicken Dance. I can see their body language in particular being well suited to it.
I am not well suited to the prices. I worked the beer garden, and food in the beer garden was expensive. I didn't check out the alcohol because I don't drink on duty, but beer cost several tokens for a 6 or 7 ounce cup and each token cost a buck. It cost $5.00 for a German hotdog. I guess vendors figure that patrons in the beer garden will be as loose with their wallets as with their lips.
Speaking of loose lips, most people behaved themsevles and I had no trouble. Except at one point when I stepped out the back door of my post. I caught one of the female vendors flashing her male coworkers.
Now, don't get me wrong--I appreciate a free and friendly boob show as much as the next guy, nor am I sexist enough to think women should or shouldn't do such things unless they want too. But when I am walking out the back door of a post on Old Fogey Night, with Catholic and perhaps Jesuit priests walking around, the last thing I expect to see is a college chick making like it's Girls Gone Wild. I mean, I stepped out back, past the door frame, thinking about Lederhosen and the tank battle of Kursk, and the first thing I see? She was standing at an angle so I caught the right gland head on. It was like a giant, fleshy eyeball staring right at me. She was well tanned. Nailbunny and L both have bigger jugs, but this young lady was, ahem, well rounded.
Bedtime!
sleepy