Thursday, October 19, 2006
Sometimes You Just Have to Polka
Confession time. Every fall my family hits the Texas German festival circuit. Oktoberfest. Wurstfest. Weihnachten in Fredricksburg. Sometimes even Beethoven Hall in San Antonio. We hit as many as we can.
See, I picked up three bad habits when I lived in Germany.
1) Coffee
2) Beer
3) Polka!
Oh and yelling SCHEISSKOPF! at the top of my lungs when I stub my toe.
(Not really.)
