Poshdeluxe

fa fa fa fa fried food

last weekend, meredith, matt, mandy, henri and i drove up to new braunfels to celebrate sausage, which really means lots of eating and drinking and socializing, i.e. pantsing.

for posh, festivals are simply an excuse to eat as much cray fried food as possible, ESPECIALLY if it is on a stick. therefore, this entry will be highlighted by the various delicacies i enjoyed, a decision that i’m sure shocks all of you out there on the nets.

upon arrival, we immediately purchased a traditional german dinner plate, complete with sausage and sauerkraut. below you will see meredith modeling her food for you:

thank you, meredith.

besides eating and drinking, wursfest also involves lots and lots of hats, some of which are traditional, and others seem to have evolved from a sort of marriage between frat guys and puffy things. matt and mandy both chose the more dignified route:

which of course we then had to go and undignify.

josh showed up just in time to join in our salute to german headgear:



i swear he practices in front of a mirror.

people also think it’s fun to dress up their kids like little german madame alexander dolls, which is actually ok with me cos HELLO ADORABLE.

although i just now noticed that dude’s unicorn shirt on the top right. i don’t really think we should be exposing kids to the idea of unicorn intercourse, you know? they are MAGICAL, PURE CREATURES. seriously people.

and i was already creeped out enough that this kid knows the longhorn sign at such a young age. sweet fancy moses.

[ed. note: josh pointed out that i forgot to mention the two funnel cakes we ate. i believe they were consumed around this point, although i have no pictoral evidence]

due to the laws of wursfest, things had to get more ridiculous with the passing of each hour. one of the guys found a cracked pair of kid sunglasses in the parking lot, which launched a whole other series of portraits, entitled: These Make My Head Look Big.

henri, as a cray cray sean lennon

the ever luminous josh

matt, looking like a cartoon character that i can’t quite name at this moment…

if you know which character i’m talking about, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

another major selling point of wurstfest is the fact that they have CARNIVAL RIDES. i get really excited whenever i get the chance to go to a fair, cos i was deprived as a child. my dad, as the original safety pants (need i remind you of our flip-flops on airplanes discussion) thought that all carnival rides were super super dangerous and therefore rarely allowed me to hop on the Tornado or the Hurricane or the Wheel of Death or whatever. then again, the rides are probably FULL of germs and maybe even kid pee, so i can see his point.

anyway

WE RODE THE FERRIS WHEEL!!!!!!

riding the ferris wheel worked up our appetities, so we shared two plates of fried potato spirals and… an AWESOME BLOSSOM!

it was definitely some kind of awesome.

then we headed down to the river for some quiet reflection on the beauty of life and the sausage.



this photo may appear as the cover for “BNARDT: greatest hits from wurstfest.”

you may ask, but BNARDT, where was the dancing? and BNARDT will reply:

here!!! underneath the glorious streamers and twinkly lights!!!!!

BNARDT performed its well-known and extremely original interpretation of the “chicken dance,” and even invited several members of the “audience” to join the circle.

dancing, of course, made me hungry, so i ate some crab and cheese balls on a stick (at least, i think that’s what they were), which was sadly my only stick food of the day. but still, they were pretty good.

yeah that’s my Official Festival Food Face.

oh wait! i was wrong! i had a banana dipped in chocolate on a stick!! dang i wish i had a picture of that instead of the stupid crab balls.

i *also* failed to take a picture of my last meal at wurstfest, a FREAKING FRIED OREO. oh yes i went there and i even licked my fingers. it was some tasty business in that really disgusting sort of way, like french fries covered in chili and cheese.

gah writing this post has made me HUNGRY LIKE A HIPPO. oh lunchy lunch why are you so far from me…

unfortunately, wurtfest also has a dark side, wherein the spirits of the fried food you ate and beer you drank may come back to haunt yr tummy with their mean nasty ghost tricks.

thus is the case with meredith and the return of her alter-ego, The Curb.

fortunately we all pepped up back at our bed & breakfast for an extremely intense game of pop culture celebrity pursuit.

and i just realized that meredith’s expression is exactly the same in both of these photos, which is sort of eerie, like The Curb is looking out at me through her eyes. eeeeeee heebie jeebies!

the next day, we walked into the dining room in our jimjams and with rock star bed heads, which immediately caught the attention of the more elderly and actually dressed patrons of the B&B. of course that made us feel cool, in that “yeah we’re young! suck it!” sense. or maybe that was just me.

here we see meredith and mandy, on the porch, waxing nostaligic about wurstfest 06.

guys i really need a porch.