First we went to St. Jacob’s where my family shopped (and I browsed, since I am a grad student), and then we went out for dinner. I wanted to take them to Wildcraft, but when I called and they said it would be about a 1.5 hour wait, so we went to Ennio’s instead, which was perfect.
When we were finished eating I tried to call a cab, but no such luck. It’s impossible to get a cab on the closing weekend of Oktoberfest! I suggested, since our ‘festhallen’ was on King street, that we take the # 7 bus to get there. Well, what a scene my family made on the bus!!! Most of my family is not used to public transportation, having had cars since the time they were legally able to drive. Some of the highlights, in quotes:
- (as an express bus passed): “Why isn’t he stopping? What a jerk! What does he think we’re waiting here for?”
- (after 5 minutes of waiting) Is this bus EVER going to come?
- (as we enter the bus, frantically) “How do I pay?!!!
- (sitting on the bus, with many bus regulars) “I can’t believe I’m on the BUS!”
- “It’s like a ride at Canada’s Wonderland!”
SO embarrassing. Other riders similarly headed to Oktoberfest events began to chat up members of my family, presumably because they were immensely entertained by their lack of bus-taking prowess. So at least that kept them entertained (and occupied) for the duration of the ride.
When we arrived at the ‘festhallen” which turned out (unbeknownst to me) to be a tent (family response: “OMG, it’s a TENT?! They BETTER have indoor plumbing!), we entered and claimed a hightop table. Almost immediately, two weird guys started hitting on my Mom and my Aunt. One was missing his two front teeth and smelled quite foul. He also had difficulty remembering any names, and just called us all by my sister’s name for the entire duration of the night because he was so drunk. The other, presumably weirdo #1’s buddy (though we weren’t sure if they were friends or just bonded due to mutual weirdness), was creepily trying to photograph us surreptitiously all night. *Shudders. They colonized our hightop table. My Mom and Aunt did not want to surrender the table, to which my response was “good god, they really don’t know how to shake one, do they?” Give up the table, it’s not worth it! My cousin, sisters and I gradually moved over to the neighbouring table, which was pleasingly occupied by cuter, more socially graceful men. My Mom and Aunt soon followed, and the two weirdoes got scared off by the other
men (yes! Operation: successful!). The new, nice guys kept commenting on how cool it was that our moms were out partying with us. I think it’s cool too :DIn closing, it was a great girls’ weekend, and I have just one thing left to say:
“Ziggy, Ziggy, Ziggy, Ziggy,
Oy, Oy, Oy!”
Ein Prosit!
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2 comments:
Nice picture!
I hate it when weirdos start hitting on me. I had to go out last night to the variety store (Shoppers, which is a block away closed at 6:00p and it was 6:45pm) and this guy in the store was like "I like you skirt... and you legs". I was like "thanks" and then I ran away, without buying anything! Oh the joys of downtown Kitchener!
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