Or more like: living the cliché.
This weekend there’s the annual Kirtag (funfair) in my town. There are some rollercoasters like bumper cars and stuff, but mostly there’s a lot of food and alcohol.
I went to get lunch with my parents today. Grillhendl (grilled chicken) with Erdäpfelsalat (potato salad) and beer. Some chocolate covered strawberries and lots of very loud brass band music.