Not a Breakup, Just on a Break

Our relationship went strong for five whole years.  We shared a common madness that flourished and grew as time went by.  But like many relationships built on a foundation of self destructiveness, an ever growing level of toxicity began to creep into mine and Jesse's lives.  Our infatuation with the beautiful temptress Oktoberfest started showing signs of decay, and the past couple years brought with them just as many regretful experiences as joyous ones.  It takes a strong willed person to recognize a floundering relationship and walk away before someone gets severely hurt.  Jesse and I will always reserve a special place in our hearts for Oktoberfest, and perhaps one day our paths will cross again, but until then we have decided to see other people.
  

Each Oktoberfest Jesse and I recruit new people to join us on our beer fueled adventure.

The mandatory turkey leg left a strange taste in our mouths this year.

Half Moon Bay was a welcome change from the hell hole that is Downtown Campbell.  The Art and Pumpkin Festival boasts shorter beer lines, better artwork, friendlier people, and a greater variety of music 

There is no greater thrill than wieners sizzling on a grill.

Half Moon Bay is a Giants town to the core.

Check out the nose.  I rest my case. 

Steroids work on pumpkins too.

Trying to watch some football?  Just plop your lazy beer soaked carcass down in front of the giant television.

This little guy's drum game is strong.  

As we reflect on all of our fond Oktoberfest memories, we eagerly await making new ones in Half Moon Bay.