Back at the end of July, I had a convo with my blogger pal Juliann from Browsing the Atlas when she posted Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece and covered the exquisiteness of Beijing roofs.
Juliann has a thing for choosing one focus for her photography as she globe trots, and I thought this was a rad idea.
Then, I remembered the time I did the same and focused on one pivotal representation of my surroundings.
The majesty, the colors, the architecture of….Lederhosen.
Some years ago, Mr H, my awesome sis-and-law and her hubby, and myself traveled to Fredericksburg, Texas (kind of the middle of nowhere) for Oktoberfest.
We always wanted to go to Munich for the real deal, but right in our Dallas backyard – not really, since everything in Texas is monumentally spaced out – was our very own Tex-German shindig.
Cute old couple alert! It’s a little blurry, but he danced with his hand square on her ass the whole time. That’s love, right there.
Umm…there’s a beer on your head.
I wasn’t expecting a lot, but it was pretty damn fun! A little too much fun, perhaps. We blame the beer for “sultry”, gender-bending moments like this…
That cold, frothy elixir turned the four of us into a team of misfits with one obsession…besides where to get our next beer.
We dared each other to get the best shots of Lederhosen, creeping up on unsuspecting, costumed dudes and snatching the best pic. Mind you, this was before phone cameras were any good.
It was risqué. It was silly. It was awesome.
First we have a distance shot of our unsuspecting Lederhosen subjects, Herr Rot and Herr Weiss…
A little closer…
Then, the money shot…
Guess they weren’t meant to live happily ever after. Herr Naked Legs stole Herr Rot away…
In the end, Herr Gelb stole the show with his manly stance and edgy variety…
Hey, I warned you that this was Oktober silliness, nothing more. Hopefully you had some laughs. If not, please drink a big ass beer then read this again.
Find your own Oktoberfest (here are a few big ones in the U.S.) and marvel at some Lederhosen. You’ll love it.
Any silly Oktoberfest stories out there?