Lookee, a post

So the other day, I was to meet boy for a quick bite of dinner before a show we had tickets to. I had needed to stay late every night so far that week, so I anticipated working late and being a touch rushed at the end of the day. I told boy to work late and not to expect me downtown until at least 6:30.

Well, as it turns out, things went a little more smoothly than I expected that day, and Peggy suggested heading over to the Officer's Mess for a pint after work. We get to the Mess, and 'lo and behold, we are received by a large party of sorts. It is, in fact, the Mess' Octoberfest. Nifty, we say. So we pony up for our beer and bratwurst - and our commemorative stiens - and head over to grab a table. At this point, I feel a little guilty, being that I've convinced Boy he should work late because there's no way I'll be able to leave on time. But the guilt is assuaged by some cold beer (out of my commemortive stein). The girls and I are chatting when all of a sudden my phone rings. It's Boy, of course, wondering when I'll be by. "Um, still technically at work", I tell him (yes, I used the word "technically", which - being the bright boy that he is - does not escape him. Or perhaps it the noise of loud pub conversation and the clinking of commemorative steins in the background that piques his curiosity.). At any rate, I'll be by in 1/2 hour to pick him up.

So I hang up, feeling a little more guilty but not really all that much (he had lots of work to get through this week, you see, so it's for the best that he stay late. Plus, commemorative stein). Well, not 3 minutes after I hang up the phone, someone stands up in the back and announces the official Oktoberfest band is on their way in. True to word, in comes a Scottish BagPipe Marching Band, complete with large bass drums. Imagine a small room filled with the sounds of multiple bagpipes and at least two bass drums. Then imagine them marching into the room, to your table and around you, then coming to a stop (marching, that is...the bagpiping continued) directly behind your table.

Peggy takes one look at me and sais "God, I wish you were still on the phone with David when they came in". Yes, it might have been hard to explain the Scottish Bagpipe band traipsing through the lab.

Then again, how do you explain them at Oktoberfest?