Oktoberfest Blues

Oktoberfest Blues

by Chris Dangerfield 

"Jessie, 2011 brews only come ONCE!  Spaten Marzen from Germany, crisp, balanced, excellent head, natural amber, rich malts..."  Grinning, Todd danced madly around me waving brochures.  My adorable beer-obsessed Monkey.
 
"Nope."
 
"It's 2011 Oktoberfest Champion!"  Again the bouncing flyer.  "There's Hacker Pschorr Original.  5.80% alcohol-by-volume.  ABV."  He proudly added the acronym like it mattered.
 
"No!"
 
"Paulaner Marzen, Slyfox Lager, Ayinger Marzen..."  Brat sounding desperate.
 
"Babe.  STOP.  You're still on antibiotics.  Fine.  Here's the deal, 10 
swats... per *sip*."  I nodded thoughtfully.  "That seems quite healthy." He frowned.
 
"2012... fiiine, GOT IT!"  I hugged my smart grumpy Monkey, hard.

Anything for a Beer

Written for the Tea Room's October 2011 Octoberfest Challenge

Anything for a Beer

by Dizzy

"No! Chase, I'm not going," William said loudly.

"Come on, William. It'll be fun."

"For you maybe, but not for me. I hate those kinds of things. They are so crowded, I end up hitting people with my cane," William tried to explain.

"Then go sighted guide," was Chase's solution.

"I don't want to go sighted guide. I don't want to go at all," William snarled, then apologized when Reed said his name in that "I've had enough" tone that Reed had perfected.

"William," Jason called out. "It's Oktoberfest. There will be beer and Bratwurst there."

"Beer? Ok, I'll go."

Oktoberfeast

Written for the Tea Room October 2011 Octoberfest Challenge

Oktoberfeast

by Carol

"So how much did you eat?" I asked my poor brat as I held up a tablespoon of Pepto-Bismol. He winkled his nose at me, but opened his mouth, swallowing the pink liquid he grabbed the glass of water I handed to him and drank it down.


"Won the Bratwurst eating contest." He showed me a blue ribbon for first place then he started to pull white paper out of his jeans pocket and counted them out, "Twenty-five pretzels...four sodas...," he told as I help him to bed. "Two cotton candies, three Carmel apples, a couple of funnels cakes, a few corn dogs." He laid back, snuggling down into the warm blankets.


"I know Brett snuck you beer," I told him. He gave me a sheepish smile and held up two fingers. "Rest my love," I told him as I pulled the blanket and tucked him in. I kissed his forehead and turn to leave.


"Doc," He whispered as I got to the door.


"What Brat?" I asked


"What's for dinner?"

October 2011 - Oktoberfest

Beer, Bratwurst, and Brats 

October 2011 Oktoberfest Tea Room Challenge

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Anything for a Beer by Dizzy

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Oktoberfeast by Carol

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Oktoberfest Blues by Chris Dangerfield