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Ah, Wurstfest 2005. Kandis and I have made this a tradition since I moved to this fine state in 1999. Wurstfest for me is all about stupid hats, eating giant turkey legs, and drinking my weight in beer. This year was no exception, and we had a blast.

We spent about five hours at the festivities, talking, dancing, and having a lot of fun. I think I finally figured out how to do the chicken dance, which I've always avoided at weddings and other festivities. No more, though! I will be a chicken-dancing fool from now on.

Other highlights:
  1. Our friend ended up dancing on one of the flimsy tables that was set up in the dance hall
  2. The turkey leg I purchased was so hot that it almost burned my hand off
  3. In keeping with tradition, I purchased a goofy wizard hat that I walked around with all night, and one person actually asked if he could get his picture taken with me
  4. We're not sure about this, but there may have been a bad batch of sausage. Kandis had some food poisoning yesterday, and found out that several other people who attended this year also got food poisoning. Luckily, I avoided the sausage on a stick, which everyone who goes there seems to eat

Sunday, we were both dragging a little and spent most of the day laying around. The countdown has begun: 363 days until Wurstfest 2006!!

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