Every year the Austrian Club in Calgary, under the competent management of my mutti, would throw a two-week Oktoberfest where they would import a real Austrian polka band from Austria (and one time from Südtirol.) There would be dinner and dancing, beer and bratwurst, schnapps and sauerkraut, and the staff would wear traditional garb. When I was a teenager I helped out at these events, along with a giggling knot of my friends from school. All this to say, I know a bit about Oktoberfest even if I had never been to the real one in Munich.
This year Mike and I threw an Oktoberfest party at our weekly Tuesday night comedy show. It was a lot of things, an excuse for me to wear my new dirndl, a friends and fans engagement party with pretzels, live accordion music, and beer, a birthday party, and a comedy show.
Here are the things we learned: Continue reading