Jim prudently selects his drinking partners.
How German is that? Tram is here NOW.
O'fest-vision!
OK, it was advertised as a meter-long wurst, and it fell short of that mark, but who can really complain?
Lecker! (Tasty!)
"Massive amounts of alcohol consumption directly adjacent to flippy rides. Only in Germany." --Jim
This ride was called the Puke Starfish.
Now THAT'S a maypole. Check out the tuft of coniferousness left up top.
I'm assuming that's Therese, who got this whole annual shindig fired up a while back, but I'm not going to bother to do any research.
So here's me up there chilling with Therese, snappin' pics of the madness.
Madness! Beautiful, slow-moving, incandescent madness.
I didn't bring a tripod with me. Deal.
Flippy rides and beer, yay!
Jim and his sister, headed back to my place.
Buyin' tix in the morning.
"So, dude, after this you wanna take a picture where your hair isn't in your face, making you look like a fool?" --Jim (He really said that.)
"Yes." --me
