|Me, Alan, Meems, and Meems Best Friend, Leonard|
Meems invited Alan and me to attend Raider Ranch's anual Octoberfest this evening. It was rather nippy outside, and I really just wanted to curl up in my favorite chair with a Lean Cuisine. Alas, Meem's enthusiasm about the event prompted me to crank up the car and head over to the Ranch. "They'll have German food, free beer [I hate beer], and Bananas Foster!" I didn't really get the "Bananas Foster" connection, but she sounded darn sure that it was the German dessert du jour. Who can resist a good German Bananas Foster anyway?
We arrived promptly at 5PM, and the line into the dining room was already really long. The Ranch residents do not mess around when it comes to meal times. A few at a time, they begin to line up at around 4:30 on any given evening. Eyeing the line, I got that nervousy feeling like I was waiting in the cold for Toys-R-Us to open the day after Thanksgiving. Would there be enough Red Power Rangers? Beer? Sausages? Bananas Foster?
As seating began with people shuffling in pushing walkers or scooting on scooters, music began to lilt from a corner of the dining room. A light polka danced in the air transforming the Mediterranean interior design to a festive beer hall with plastic tablecloths. Thanks to this guy...
He was either wearing very short lederhosen (hot hosen?) or forgot his pants entirely.
It was hard to tell what with the accordion and all.
Yup. It looks like a German beer hall. On Ladies' Night Out. At the Elderhostel.
Our favorite Raider Ranch frau und mann.
I told Frau Kinzbach that this should be her Christmas card picture.
"Not a picture with a beer," she quickly replied in a most serious tone.
"But it's a really cute picture," I teased.
"Not a picture with a beer."
So, take a long look because you won't be seeing this picture on her Christmas card.
There. Much better.
As for dessert...it wasn't Bananas Foster. It was a scrumptious warm-from-the-oven apple strudel. Not one banana in sight. Pity.
A teaser for my next blog post:
Our discussion over sausages, German potato salad and sauerkraut? Meem's Halloween costume. She cracks me up. And, no. I'm not going as her side kick. Neither is Leonard. Neither is Alan. Sorry Meems.