I did another one of those wild and crazy spontaneous outings and trekked over to Nashville’s Oktoberfest over by First Tennessee Park. A good time was definitely had by all, all being me.

Truthfully, it wasn’t completely spontaneous. I decided the night before that I’d at least make the attempt to get my German on. Still, when I set the address in my GPS, I felt like the adventure was really beginning.

The journey was far less stressful than I feared and I found parking for a reasonable rate just outside the festival area. It was a minor miracle.

I partook of some good bratwurst with sauerkraut, followed by funnel cake. My adventures always seem to center around meals and food.

I will say that I preferred Oktoberfest when it was in Germantown (not to be confused with the city just outside of Memphis). It felt more authentic in the midst of older homes instead of smack dab in the middle of hipster apartments.

My favorite was the Nashville Cat Rescue mobile unit, for obvious reasons. My own little rescue kitten, Peanut, has seemingly tripled in size since she adopted me just over three months ago.

I saw one tabby that looked a lot like my Lucy, and I was tempted for a brief moment to take him home. Hopefully, some other Good Samaritan adopted him.

There was actual German music at this festival. I was impressed, though I confess I prefer Greek music to German.

It was crowded, but not overcrowded, and the weather was ideal for an outdoor event like this. After a long (and satisfying) week of work, it was the perfect way to unwind and take in some culture at the same time.

Sometimes, those semi-spontanous trips are the best. Every now and then, it’s good to just go and do something you’ve never done before (or in my case, haven’t done in a really long time).