O.K, It's October.
Where the hell is the FEST?
That's right. I want an OctoberFEST. A huge beer-fueled party with lots of pretzels and sauerkraut and bratwurst and hot Teutonic babes wearing Dirndls. I want a a real oom-pah band playing the polka and guys with little Hitler moustaches dancing the goosestep. I want pale, pink, blonde people making superior cars that cost more than my last apartment. Efficiency damn it.
I guess I'll have to settle for the usual Japanese/American celebration of Autumn. This usually invovles a pie of some kind, so it's all good.