Oktoberfest

  It's done!

We have survived our first Oktoberfest in Munich.  We should have seen the writing on the wall when the train station in Munich was overcrowded and the subway was being filled like cattle car to the theresinwises.  As we emerged from the hot and dark confines of the subway station we bore witness to the greatest drunkfest on the planet.  Imagine a giant refugee camp with rides, food, and copious amounts of beer.  At first we thought we were at the world’s largest frat party with the ladies in their dresses, bosoms lifted and overflowing out of their shirts. The guys dressed up in swanky Lederhosen and other Abercrombie products, most hairdos offering stiff resistance to anything mother nature could throw at it.  But we soon realized it was much, much more than that. The main effort of each day was the procuring of a seat at a table...any table.  This usually involved circling like vultures waiting for a vacancy to come open, then pouncing.  For some reason we kept sitting with Italians who loved Teresa (especially the dirty old ones) who propositioned her to sleep with them while I was at the bathroom.  I was a little perturbed by this but the beers that they kept buying us seemed to keep my temper in check.  After a few liters of bier we were well on our way and as the afternoon progressed the show got better.   There was the staggering, passing out, projectile vomiting in crowds, and the completely unabashed groping of other Oktoberfest goers,  and this was all before 6 pm (why did I wait so long to come to this?).  When we felt our livers and sense of wellbeing could no longer take the sensory overload we departed back to our campsite on the outskirts of Munich to get some peace and quiet. No such luck.  We discovered that a group of Italians has pitched their tent on top of ours and the random gibberish of Italian, French, German, and Spanish groups going on till the wee hours of the night. 

So to sum up, Oktoberfest is a hell of a good time, but in a way it’s a lot like Las Vegas; awesome at first but as time goes on you can’t wait to leave only to dream about going back a few months later. 

Next on the agenda,  renting a minivan and cruising around Bavaria with momma and papa Owen and the BIG 30 FOR TERESA!!!!  (I’m sure Oktoberfest shaved off a few good years of life). 

Until then

Tschau