Please, no more beer

Well, Jimmy and I survived another year of WurstFest. And I swear that Hank Williams, Jr. said it best "Hangovers hurt more than they used to." If that was strictly Miller Lite that we drank last night, then I'm a monkey's aunt and I can't drink or party like the good old days. I remember when I could drink my weight in Miller Lite and not have any ill effects the next day. But this morning was another story. I was SICK SICK SICK. And I had to go to Lori's baby shower and put on a good show Sunday.

So, on our way down to New Braunfels, Steph calls me on my cell and tells me that we HAVE to check out this band that is in the Little Tent in the back of the festival. Now, I've been to WurstFest for going on 15 years off and on, and I've NEVER been to the Little Tent. I normally stay at the Big Tent and the WurstHalle for my listening pleasures. Well, our new favorite polka band is LynnMarie and the Boxhounds. Steph quoted her as being "A new twist on an old standard." And they were.

We met Steph & Chad, and her parents with Paul & Lori. We all did our thing with drinking and eating festival food: sausage on a stick, potato pancakes, funnel cake. Then we left the Ochs/Ellis party to check out LynnMarie et al. And we had a GREAT time. Then back to WurstHalle for Jimmy Sturr. And it was SO crowded this year. More so than prior years. And it wasn't even conducive to doing The Chicken Dance so we went BACK to the Little Tent and saw LynnMarie and the Boxhounds for a SECOND time. They rocked. And she rocked out in stiletto pink shoes and banged on the accordion. I've got nothing but respect for that kind of stamina!

So...6 pitchers of beer later and $130 poorer, we set home. And once again, third year in a row, Jimmy fell asleep before we even hit I-35. And I drove home. Now, I don't know what time we left, but we got home safely at 2am. And I was never happier to be able to crawl into bed.

Tradition continues!