It was that time of year- leaves turning colors, girls wearing jackets over their tiny dresses, and yes, dark ass German beer. While a fan of just about every kind of alcohol, I have, reserved in my liver, a special place for Oktoberfest brews. Back in the college days our whole house would buy different brands and swap them around on Thursday nights, and we rarely found one that sucked. Now that I was in Des Moines, there was a bit more to do. Every year there is an Oktoberfest celebration downtown featuring live polka, chicks and nasty ass dudes in lederhosen, and kegs upon kegs of the good stuff. Surely nothing bad could happen on a night like this.
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