I don't drink. That's clearly the most important thing to get out of the way here.
I don't drink. And yet, when my cousin flew all the way out to Munich for Oktoberfest this past weekend, I found myself notably jealous. Sure I may not drink, but I do love a pretzel, mustard, have a real German last name, and most critically of all, am dying for an excuse to get a dirndl! You know, one of those charming milk-maidish dresses you think of to the soundtrack of yodeling.
Is flying all the way to Germany just for an occasion to wear a dirndl a bit much? Honestly, click through for a look at some of the more stylish versions of the getup and I think you'll understand my point.