Need I say more?

Sorry to say that I don't have a name or an age for this one, but here's the story.

I was at the Hofbrauhaus in Munich and there were all these old men dressed in traditional German garb. Some of them had intense moustaches, some of them wore liederhosen (you can kind of see one guy wearing it to the right). This man had the best outfit by the time we finished our (delicious) meal.

I went up to him with my camera, just to take a quick snapshot--you know, typical American tourist. But he put down his drink (pictured bottom right), and literally forced me to sit on his lap. My dad came to take the proper picture, and got me mid-laugh. Too bad I don't speak German, or else I could have heard his story. I agree, I feel inadequate for not knowing the language.

My mom said that old German men probably come to this famous restaurant dressed like this on purpose, "Just to get cute girls to take their pictures with them." Oh goodness..

Doyle

Admittedly, this is a short blogisode. At Merge last night, I saw a guy laden with tattoos. I was trying so hard to read specifically what was on his fingers. It seemed to be letters of some sort, but I couldn't make out the word. So I asked.

"It spells Virginia," he said to me. I asked if that meant he was from Virginia, but he answered no, it was his mom's name.

I wish I had more time to ask about that, but he was busy talking with a group of guys. Nonetheless, what one could presume was a scary tattoo guy, had a heart to include his mom on his hands--something seen by all.

Cool.

Anthony, 11

It took me 8 innings before I had the courage to ask this kiddo's name, even though I noticed him very early on. After all, he was sitting right in front of me. The reason this kid makes it to my list of the quirky is because of his avid love for baseball. When I first arrived to the game, he was already shouting his excitement while the players were coming onto the field. Half an inning later, a lot of my friends from church showed and I was catching one of them up on what happened as she likes to keep a book. Young Anthony here, was quick to correct me,

"Nuh-uh! The second batter hit it to third base, not to the shortstop!"

Right. And the rest of the game was filled with all sorts of comments. Mainly on how much the umpires need to be fired. Or how Moreno is a horrible pitcher (poor guy came in for a whopping two batters. Both walked.). Or how disappointed he was in Giambi. The list goes on.

So I include a short video of his victory dance when the Rockies scored again, making it seem like we could have hope in their win. Unfortunately, this was not the case. However it did lead me to an opening to talk with Anthony. He thinks baseball is the best game in the world, and currently, he plays second base.

What's the point?

I have always noticed that there are people out there that we just don't understand. These are the quirky ones--they have some sort of unique aspect to them that is usually external. The type of people that make you take a second glance whether because of some outrageous hairstyle, or colorful outfit, etc. etc.

Sometimes the quirks are by actions. The person may seem somewhat normal (what exactly is normal any way?) on the outside, but then they do something absolutely crazy and out of what seems like nowhere. An example that comes immediately to mind includes the folks who play their instrument on the side of the street in the cities. I constantly want to ask what their story is!!

I guess you could say that I want to understand these people better. I don't want to point such people out for the sake of making fun. It's like I need some sort of motivation (ie making a blog) to help me to be more courageous to ask the question.. Who are you?

To ask.. What got you to this point?

So my quest begins to find the quirky ones and ask why.