Oktoberfest---Ja! Das ist gut!

Guten tag. As is common knowledge, and perfectly sensible, September means Oktoberfest. This is always a wild time and this year was no different. We usually all go up with Lindy's family, eat bratwurst, sing some Deutsch, and dance with Lindy's former neighbor, Phillie, an honest-to-goodness German Frau. We also spent some time up in Park City last weekend for an intern retreat. It is the last hoorah before winter when people get sicker, the days get shorter, and interns don't see the sun for weeks. It is the residency's way of buttering up the poor saps. We had a really nice time hangin' with our peeps, golfing terribly, eating at some fancy place with Michael Jordan at the next table, and playing a little with friends and co-workers. Anyhow, here are a few pictures from our weekends in the mountains:

Finn got in the spirit of things really fast at Oktoberfest.

Finndy and Krissy, Lindy's mom.

Finn and Kennedy hitting the dance floor. They weren't exactly tearing it up if you couldn't tell. Herr Fritz und Fraulein Smurderburg however had fire-feet!

Pppplllllllttttt....

This is Jesse with the aforementioned Phillie. She is 84 years old but was throwing Jesse around like a rag-doll.

So weird, but just by being in this fake house with the gingerbread man made us feel like a true Deutsch family, ready to pickle some cabbage. Yum.


This was perhaps Finn's favorite thing at Oktoberfest- the ramp that he could run down over and over again. The lady in black was offering some booze to the mountain goats.

Kennedy with perhaps the best face-painting job we have ever seen.

The whole fam-dizzle. Lin's brother Jefferson, his wifey Taisi, and their kids Braxton and Kennedy.

This was in Park City with Jesse's intern class and their spouses (except for one). Smiles are present only because they were not at the hospital.

This is the new ride thing at Park City, the coaster. It is way fun and was crazy going 40 mphs through the splashes of autumn colors.

Jesse and Aaron working on the Civic. While driving up a hill in Park City, the poor car's muffler and pipes fell off and started dragging. The fancy-pants' in Park City apparently didn't like our noise and the fact that the dragging metal was either going to blow our car up or start a forest fire. Using a little American ingenuity, the boys wired 'er up and got 'er home without a hitch. Here in O-town, the people welcome this kind of noise and the hommies were giving us little head-nods as we pulled into town. However, because we like our neighbors, we got it fixed and she sounds like some hybrid or something, quiet as a cat. Looking back, it was probably a bad idea to have both the doctors under the car at the same time.