Oktoberfest...

Jimmy might not have a drop of German DNA, but that didn’t stop him from planning the agency’s first Oktoberfest. He recruited Veronica to be a beer wench. He was thrilled that his old Navy buddy Glenn was visiting from DC.

Jan loaned me her vintage dirndl, a traditional German dress. I looked like the poor country girl next to the fancy city girl, but I was happy to be dressed up.

Bob got into the act with a traditional shirt.

German Turston wore his lederhosen proudly and convinced me that the tables would hold our weight for dancing. Sadly, we never did get many other folks to dance, but we had fun.