Muenster time

Friday night found me still groping for ideas to get my DH out of the house again for another adventure. After a busy week for me and having the kids for a couple of days, we both needed to do something together. Nothing I suggested to him would satisfy. Just as I was about to throw up my hands and call it a day, it came to me! This was the last weekend in April. That must mean it's Germanfest time in Muenster, Texas! Woo-hoo!! DH was excited and immediately insisted I find another couple to go with us. (Never mind that it is 9:30 pm.)

He was all over this one and in the closet searching for his German outfit! Haha!! (He recalled something about free admission to anyone wearing their "authentic" ;-) German clothes.)

Authentic!

Not!
(Actually, he is pretty authentic!)

Now his isn't really authentic, as you probably could tell. This shirt was purchased many years ago at an Oktoberfest in Addison, Texas. And the day he put it on, we took a pic of him and then thought it might be fun to imprint the pic on a tee shirt for me. Funny, huh? It was at the time.

These are two shirts I haven't dared to throw away, but trust me, they stay tucked away in the back of the closet hoping he will forget about them. No such luck. He asked (begged) me to wear this in hopes of getting free admission for me as well. (You understand it isn't about the money, it's about DH having some fun!)

Well, it looks like somebody changed the rules because the ticket agent said, "Sorry, that really doesn't qualify as 'authentic' German attire." (When is the last time you saw a leather tee shirt?) But, when I unzipped my jacket to display the front of my shirt, everybody in the ticket booth burst out laughing and said they really, really wished they could let us in free, but again, sorry.

Our friends, Bill and Carol, joined us for a great day out on Saturday to check out all the wares in the booths, a little sampling of some (maybe more than a little) German sausages, red cabbage, sauerkraut, potato salad, funnel cake,

and lots of oompah music, which is still ringing through my head.



This lady could play the xylophone and dance wildly while playing!



Our friends, Carol and Bill. Carol is an amazing woman of faith and strength. I told about her in a past blog. She fell a couple of days after Christmas, breaking her right leg and left arm! After 3 1/2 months, she is finally out of the wheelchair and was able to walk all around the park on Saturday.

We watched the Chicken Dance!

The German bands all love to sing,

"In heaven there is no beer."

Uh, I'm good with that.