ya. i almost forgot der.

i almost forgot. last night was like an almost homage to my half german forefathers and my polish-sounding last name. we thought we'd catch up with some people at gausthaf's and despite my germanness, i didn't make the connection between german bar and october.

what does that get you?...oktoberfest. (or, if you're feeling all englishy, octoberfest.)

and what did that get me?...tipsy and without at jagermeister hat. which looked awesome. and apparently could only get from said jagermeister girls who we missed. and i wasn't even feeling beery, so i didn't get a mug. because i just couldn't justify drinking rum and coke out of a beer stein. i know. i let great-grandpa ferdinand* and the rest of the fam down.

in case you're having a hard time, here's some stereotypical octoberfest crap to put you in the mood:


ah. because nothing says "october" like short shorty-type jumpsuits and busty blondes.

so once we decided we were done feeling german, we traipsed (yes, traipsed) across town to nye's. oh how i dig nye's.
here's an idea of what i'm talking about...



now, in the daylight, it looks kinda shady, but at nighttime, it's a veritable polish paradise, complete with jumbo sized drinks, sparkly gold plastic booths and pierogies. not to mention on the weekends, they have a piano bar AND a polish polka band complete with accordion. it's so cool, my cousin met her husband there and they lived happily sodium-free ever after. it's kitschy, it's deeelightful. i don't think we go there quite enough. all that enthusiasm and we were even late for pierogies.

it was all good in the hood though, as they say.

all in all, i felt it was a decent eastern european themed saturday night. even my fake polish relatives would be proud.

wow. two posts in a day. that's an AP record if we ever saw one. now i'm really done.

*ps: for the record, i really did have a great-grandpa ferdinand. he had awesome eyebrows. and my grandparents thought it would be a really awesome idea to pay tribute to ol' ferd with me. yup, the grandparents pio wanted yours truly to be named ferdinand if i was a boy fetus. just imagine...if officer dad and the jane were easily-convinced individuals and i was a boy, you all would not be friends with amanda piotraschke, but ferdinand piotraschke. it does have a nice ring to it though, maybe the dog will have to be named ferdinand instead of henry, or perhaps i will purchase a bull of some sort.