Seasonal hibernation. Inertia. Lack of motivation. Procrastination. Check, check, check, and let me get back to you on that later…. When you find yourself intimidated by the rain and the cold, it becomes progressively easier not to leave home. Before you know it, you’re making mac-n-cheese with sour cream instead of milk, and eating instant noodles for breakfast because you have no desire to expose yourself to polite society awaiting you outside the doors of the grocery store all in the name of good christian kindness so they can collect money for boy scout chocolate covered caramel corn all the while promoting tooth decay in overweight Americans, and simultaneously denouncing homosexuality. Ummm, I’m sorry little guy was that too much information….Oh you want to know if you can put me down for the three flavor sampler, no thanks not until your organization loosens up on tolerance. Thanks K, bye. I dislike grocery shopping.

After a month of marking the home territory it seemed time to go out into the big bad world and rub elbows with other citizens playing hooky from work on a friday afternoon. We settled on the movies. Where the Wild Things Are and Law Abiding Citizen. I’ll give you a hint. I didn’t choose the second movie. It was a very guy movie. Far-fetched but packed with heavy explosives. As for Wild Things, I enjoyed it, but I wouldn’t recommend it for children, too much depth which translates to awesome boredom for a six to twelve year old. As for grown-ups, your enjoyment might be influenced by the amount of couch time you’ve submitted to during you life.

Saturday, our community kicked off it’s own bastardized version of Oktoberfest. Mostly this is an excuse to drink beer from a plastic cup in public, grill brats, and listen to polka music. I hoped for good draft German white beer, but what I found was imported bottled beer at a restaurant professing a beer garden in sub fifty temperatures. Uhm….Day two was better. The sun was shining, the beer was on tap, the polka band played on, and the brats were covered in sauerkraut and mustard. I’m pretty sure I saw grown men with short pants and fancy feathers in their elfin caps. And what Oktoberfest would be complete without a volkswagon car show…..just like the Germans.

At least they got the beer right.