Rock-toberfest

My first October.  My first Oktoberfest.  With German heritage in heart and tiny toque in hand, we ventured out to Vankleek Hill for some sausage, beer, and men in leather shorts.  Unfortunately it was friggin cold.... but luckily I got to bust out some Fall clothes.  Now you have to realize that this was rainy-muddy-in-a-field-eating-pretzels Fall day and not crisp-sunny-frolicking-in-the-leaves type Fall day, so my choice of clothes had to be more purpose driven.  However, this doesn’t mean looking like a bum.  A warm hoody, some tight jeans, with a cute cotton toque and you can look fabulous even when the weather isn’t.

(PS: Yes, that is a tube of toothpaste.  I know I only have two teeth but you can't be too careful)