Matt was all about going to this year's Oktoberfest and when he floated the idea out to everyone at MAMA's house, they were game. I wasn't quite sure what to expect (aside from German food and plenty of beer). Needless to say, we had a blast. It wasn't just German food, but amazing German food—and plenty of beer under this giant tent at Camp Eastman. The music just kept going. Austrian singers, bands with those giant alp horns and this old man who yodeled. That has to be a dying art, right?
Then there was this guy who played accordion. He'd do traditional pieces, but then he'd also play to karaoke tracks of party songs? At least, I think that's what was happening. The thing was that he didn't know the words. So he'd kind of come in at the chorus and then fade out for the rest of the song. It was hilarious.
But not as hilarious as the chicken dance—at least at our table.
Matt D's interpretation of the Chicken Dance = pure awesome.
"Matt learned the chicken dance from the Bluth family." - Matt A
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