Setting

Setting: Oktoberfest @ Alpine Village - Saturday, October 4th 2008



For my setting I visited Alpine Village for their annual Oktoberfest festivities. Here are my sensory details (5 sentences for each of the 5 senses):

I hear glass clanking loudly in the background.
I hear obnoxiously loud (yet entertaining) polka music blasting from the speakers.
I hear the incoherent mutterings of a German man who apparently imbibed too much grog.
I hear the slamming door of a porta-potty that shuts with a shuddering "thwap."
I hear the "whir" of car tires spin as they kick up dust in the dirt parking lot.

I see steins filled to the brim with frothy drink.
I see dark brown wood benches with deep grooves .
I see the bright light reflecting off of the golden colored tuba.
I see people, with arms interlocked, engaging in a traditional German dance.
I see the line to the women's restroom that looks exponentially longer than the men's line.

I taste the melted cheesy goodness of chili cheese fries.
I taste the crisp bubbly liquid as it flows down my thirsty gullet.
I taste the moist cold air that always follows rainfall.
I taste the savory flavor of the German bratwurst.
I taste the explosion of flavor from the watermelon flavored gum.

I feel the light drizzle as it coats my grey hooded sweatshirt.
I feel the damp wood bench seat underneath me.
I feel the hefty weight of the glass stein in my left hand.
I feel the impact of Adam's hand as I receive a totally pointless "high five."
I feel the urgent pressure brought about by the need to use the restroom.

I smell the pork bratwurst cooking as the scent rises into my nostrils.
I smell the unmistakeable stench of urine as I near the front of the porta potty line.
I smell incredibly rude burp that Andrew blasts into my face, revealing the details of his prior consumption.
I smell the propane gas used to fuel the cooking grill.
I smell the cancerous cigarette smoke that lofts into the tent from the smoking area and invades my lungs.