MONDAY DIARY: ALMOST EXCRUCIATINGLY TRUE STORIES: FOREVER YOUNG

This past Saturday there was an Octoberfest fundraiser at St. Sebastian.

Cute, kid.

There were a few events that night and I went to them dressed as a Slovenian (from the sunny side of the Alps as they say.)

I was somewhat happy to report that I was wearing these particular pair of lederhosen. 

That is, until there was a slight emergency.

I dropped something which would give away a terrible secret.

Furthermore, that I have been wearing them since high school did not mean that they actually still fit. Well, they fit as long as I didn't breathe too deeply, walk with too long of a stride, or bend much at the waist.  (Getting into the car was a real trick.)

So here's to everyone who helped me keep the illusion going!  Prost!