There was German yodeling; piles upon piles of sausages and sauerkraut, a kiddie pool of ice filled with various bottles of German beer. There was reluctant participation in a acappella rendition of the Chicken Dance. I actually listened to a very stereotype perpetuating conversation between two young promising scientists (both of whom I find very kind, so if they read this, don’t take offense) about the movie, Dungeons and Dragons and why it was such a disappointment. Basically, everything you could ask from an Oktoberfest in July thrown by the Biology department of the Hospital known for one time healing a sickly Prince Charles. It was fabulous and I had a wonderful time.