Last night I rounded up a single sidekick and headed out to FastLife’s Oktoberfest Beer Tasting event. It was fabulous, and twice as much fun as my first speed dating event! There were twice as many guys, they were taller and cuter, and the conversations tended towards the goofy, rather than being job interview-esque. My notes, however, suffered immensely. The tables were close together, and the dates were only five minutes long this time around, so I had zero time to jot down any descriptors, and eventually I just gave up. But I do have “gay?” written next to one name.
My table was kind of rickety, and since the gents were moving around and carrying glassware, I took to warning them… which led to me joking that I’d taken a sledgehammer to the legs of said table to one guy. It’s possible that he believed me, even when I followed that up by saying my hobbies were smashing things and lighting them on fire. I know I have a strange sense of humour, but I thought it was pretty clear that I was kidding. I checked no for him; being able to laugh about pyromania is a must for any potential mate of mine.
I’ve wanted to go to the BierMarkt for a long time, and the venue did not disappoint. My wingwoman and I stopped by early to grab a few cocktails, and I was pleased to find it a sausage fest. Seriously, men everywhere. And they had wild boar on their Oktoberfest menu. I don’t know how attractive men find women when they’re in meat comas, but maybe I’ll go down there before the month is over and find out.
I have somewhat particular tastes when it comes to beer–not to say I’ll refuse one proffered (except for Blue. I do not drink Blue. And I also judge people who do), but when picking something out at a pub, I know what I like. I have to say, I was surprised by the raspberry wheat beer. I did not expect to like it, but it was much better than I thought it would be. I’m probably not going to go anywhere and order it, but it’s not going on my list. And I might stop judging people for enjoying fruity beers.
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Ha! At last, I’m vindicated for my love of raspberry wheat beer! Was it KLB?
It was! And that last line of my post was fully directed towards you. I chose an oblique apology, rather than tearing my hair and rending my garments whilst begging for forgiveness, so I’m glad you picked it up.
Then you are fully forgiven. Also, as a fellow fan of KLB raspberry wheat ale, Candace wants to add that she likes you because you hate Blue. “Oh my god,” she says. “When my aunt offered me one, I thought I was going to retch. I thought it would just taste like a normal beer, but it was horrible.”
For serious! Blue is basically the grossest beer in the history of beers. Is it any coincidence that the worst sex I’ve ever had was with a Blue drinker? I think not!