Kiteboarding, the Oktoberfest and beyond....

On Friday I stepped out onto Santa Ana to check the wind and who should drive up on his Harley...

..my old buddy, fireman Tim Howell on his beautiful Harley. Man has he tricked it out.

As I pushed my cart to the beach Tim and his buddy drove by. Man is his horn loud...almost sounds like a fire truck. Hmmmm????

October. Just in time for a suntan.......

And a trip to the hot water tub at the lifeguard center. Yes you thought it was the end of stingray season, but it's not. Faycal found out the hard way. Ouch!!!!

When the wind came up it was time to hit the beach, chat with Big Mike, call Klaus and pump up. But once rigged the wind dropped off. That was it. Time to go home, clean-up and go to the Oktoberfest.

We drove to the Oktoberfest that is celebrated at Old World, near Huntington Beach.

Time for two friends to have a beer and listen to the German Umm-Pa-pa band.

Ruth, Tony and Charles were ready for a good time too.

The first order of business was to get some food and another round of beer. Good stuff.

Next Klaus would go up and ask the Shooter Girls "If you understand what I'm saying in German I will buy all of your shooters." None of the girls understood. He had fun anyway.

In addition to the band there was an MC that was constantly yelling, (sounded like this--Klaus you can correct me), "Ticky, tacky, ticky, tacky, Oy, oy, oy." After a while he got very loud and it hurt my ears. I think it was a call to drink.

It seemed like about every fifth song was the chicken dance. It got a lot of people on the dance floor. I think it must be the national favorite.

Klaus tried the same thing on this young girl but it didn't phase her. Then Klaus wanted to play a German game. He asked her to bring a round of 5 shooters and on the bottom of each bottle there is a number printed. Then he said "Hi or Low?" This would determine the winner or looser. So it was decided the looser was the lowest number. Klaus went around and read all the numbers on the bottles. Klaus had the low number and lost. He bought the round.

Oh boy the party is about to go to the next level....I can just feel it.

Then the entertainment came on. It was two twin sisters that were about 90 years old. OYE! OYE! OYE!

At the end of their 15 minute skit the audience was eating out of their hands. Who could say anything bad about two older lady gymnasts that could do all these tricks. We all want to be there.

The shooters girls came up to introduce the drinking contest. You GO girls!! Check out Klaus in the back. He wanted to take their picture. Next time Klaus.

At the end of the next Chicken Dance Ruth and I had to pose with the chicken. This guy was very hot and sweaty. I'm glad I didn't have to dance in that outfit.

Naturally there was a beer drinking contest. What would an Oktoberfest be without one. Are you ready? One, Two, Three.....DRINK.

The winner and new champion......what do we have as a prize for this young man? The young lady on his right? I think she was checking out his suspenders, don't ya think?

The party was ready to go off the chart.

But our bodies could only handle so much beer and so many shooters. We had run out of money and it was past our bedtime. Time to pack it in.

Say goodnight to the MC, "Ticky, tacky, ticky, tacky.....Oy, oy, oy."

Say goodnight to the band.....

And say goodnight to the ball.......see you next year.