Auburn v. Ole Miss game, Oktoberfest! (HNT)

So this past Saturday, we (Ole Miss) hosted the Auburn Tigers in Oxford. It was a great game. We almost pulled it out against the number 7 team in the country (number 7 before the game). But that wasn't the main action. We had our Oktoberfest party at the tent. For those of you who don't know what Oktoberfest is, follow this link to wikipedia. It'll tell you all about it.

What we do for our version is have a lot of German food, German beer, German wine, and German spirits (Jager, Goldschlagger, Schnapps, etc.). Needless to say, it gets ugly. Last year was a night kickoff, so I was hammered the whole game. This year we had an 11:30 kickoff (thanks Jefferson Pilot bastards...I mean Lincoln Financial bastards). In other words, we left Memphis at 7:45 to head down there. I had been up at the Ptolemy and UClub Party (see previous post) the night before. I really didn't want to get up early, but I did. We got down there and started setting everything up. The word of the day was "Prosit!" I think you pronounce it "prost" with a long O. Loosely translated from German (i.e. what we meant) it means "cheers!" and "to your health!" We did a lot of toasting. Here are pics from the day with explanations as usual.
Unfortunately, HM couldn't make it down for this game, but he did sent this banner as a contribution to the party.

Ok, here's my HNT pic. It is a bratwurst with apple sour kraut and German mustard. It was damn good. I probably had three or four between 10 in the morning and 6 at night when we left.Here I am with the brother and my old college roommate Hanky Panky. We were really glad he got to stop by.I had to run back to one of the cars and grb something. On my way back I was walking behind this white dude and realized I needed to make a PSA to all the parents of college kids out there. "Parents if your son or daughter is caucasian and comes home at Thanksgiving or Xmas with dreadlocks, he or she is probably on drugs."Here is our good family friend Mac. We call him the "burgermeister" which is German for "mayor." With a hat like that, you get to be the mayor of the Oktoberfest party. Actually the Oktoberfest party at our tent is a continuation of the party he used to hold at his house every fall in the 80s and 90s. It is legendary. I won't repeat any of the stories I've heard, because I wasn't there to witness them. Let's just say, they are great stories. Here he's got a Spaten Oktoberfest beer in his German stein. Trust me, we come prepared for this party. I would have had my Hofbrauhaus mug, but it is in a box in the storage unit and I couldn't find it for this year. Next year, I'll have it. It's one of those mugs you see the women carrying in pictures from Germany.Here's a pic of the burgermeister, Todd, Scottie Too Hottie, yours truly, and Matt (I think that's his name). We are toasting fermented cabbage juice. You know it as Jagermeister.Prosit!!!Here is a pic of yours truly with the sister and the brother.Here I am with our buddy Yankee, the brother, and the sister. Obviously this is towards the end of the day. We are just a little too happy.

As usual our party was awesome. I had too much fun. I can't wait for next year.

Have a good one and don't get none on ya.

Songs on the Playlist:
Skid Row - Youth Gone Wild
REM - Man on the Moon
The B-52's - Love Shack
Talking Heads - Psycho Killer
Queen - Tie Your Mother Down
Radiohead - Creep
The B-52's - Private Idaho
REM - Imitation of Life
Toad the Wet Sprocket - Walk on the Ocean
The Cult - Wild Flower
The B-52's - Private Idaho (live)
The Church - Reptile
The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary