Thanks for Being the {Wurst}

For the first time since before college, I missed Wurstfest. For most of the people that I went to school with, Wurstfest was a perfect time to get turnt with all our classmates on a Thursday night. However, for me, it was one of my favorite things that I would do with my parents. It was one of my favorite things to do because it was always so amazing to see my dad so happy. This year, since I moved out to Fort Worth, was the first year that I didn't get to go with them and I was and still am so sad about it. But, with the help of my sisters, we were able to send my parents there without us. Although it was sad to see them go without any of us there this year, it was so nice to see the pictures and videos they posted of the great time they were having.

So, thank you Wurstfest for making my family, especially my dad, so happy every single year.

Wurstfest 2012

Wurstfest 2013

Wurstfest 2014

Wurstfest 2015

Wurstfest 2016

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