When you teleport (or walk, but who does that?) in at the region where I live and work in Second Life, you will now see a huge tent, for our Oktoberfest. Whotter actually discovered it well before I did, but that is no surprise: unfortunately, drinking has become a new hobby of his. I guess that's the downside of him being an author...
But we both got our traditional dress ready: a dirndl for me and lederhosen for him.
The beer is supplied by Fiver of No.5 Bar, the highly succesful cafe in our street. Our street whores who for a large part do nothing else than drinking these days, can recycle the empty mugs too, in the container in the alley behind the bar.
The mugs are going to become a collector's item, she said. I am not so sure: given the amount of glass I had to clean up at my front door, Whotter drank at least 120 pints so far. Should I be concerned?
Of course, not everyone is drinking. Werner, for instance, picked up rollerskating and could be found circling the dancefloor on them. I am not sure that will be safe when all the drunk people show up at one of the music events that will take place in our tent.