This was my first year at the Kocherlball. I knew about it before, but truth by told, I had no desire to drag myself out of bed so early in the morning on a summer weekend, and the prospect of drinking beer at 6:00 am... well, it wasn't that appealing. But now that I've been, I'll be going again. Like Oktoberfest or the many other beer festivals around here, everyone was dressed in their finest Dirndl and Lederhosen, but some people really took it to a whole new level. Many older folks showed up in victorian ball gowns with parasols, top hats and tails, giant flowered hats, or even traditional maid costumes. Everyone else had on their finest Tracht, and even when accessorized by flip-flops, rumpled shirts, red-rimmed eyes, and clouds of cigarette smoke, people just look good in Tracht.
The party gets going quickly, as a band starts playing a mixture of Bavarian-style waltzes, polka, and other traditional music that I have no idea how to classify. The crowd draws in around the band and couples spin around and around, dancing and generally beng merry.