The smell of bratwurst grilling and the sounds of the oompa band… it’s Oktoberfest time! Melanie, Lauren and I met our parents at the Phoenix Club in Anaheim for their annual festival of all things German. Although I’m not sure why Melanie thought that a margarita would go with sauerkraut and sausage … she switched back to Bitburger soon after.
Good times for sure, although Lauren was quite dissapointed that the only “rides” they had were bouncy houses. And, we all know she’s not about to get onto one of those. Last year there was a rock climbing wall and a merry-go-round. She got bored after a while… but still had fun with Grampa Larry, Gramma Suzy, Omi and Papa.
