Okay, so Oktoberfest at Gasthof’s on Friday was a hoot! I got a few rounds of Polka under my belt with Kristi, a possibly sleazy old man and a socially stupid insurance salesman. And there was too much beer. I should have enjoyed a brat! Next time.
On Saturday, Karyn and Bryan joined me at the strangest Plastic Chord show. It was a disorganized kick-off party for radio station WMCN at Macalester College. At first there was plenty of feedback and no microphones, but Plastic Chord pulled through and rocked the basement of a dormitory somewhere in St. Paul.