Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Two More Days At Oktoberfest

Believe it or not, I actually have done some things beside drink while in Munich. We went for lunch in the MarienPlatz, which is kind of like a nice shopping street in Munich where everything is closed on Sundays. They also have three H&M stores within a one block radius. I honestly could not figure out the differences between the stores. Zee crazy germans!

On Monday we took the train out to Dachau, which is the suburb of Munich where the memorial for the concentration camps is. Fortunately for myself, I was spared immense depression and loathing at the human race due to the fact that the grounds are closed on Mondays. Who the hell doesn't work on a Monday? So, that was kind of shitty ... that is, until I was fortunate enough to find an ice cream shop with the best gelato I have ever tasted. It was fantastic. Stupendous. Outrageous. Basically, it was good.

But enough of the boring stuff. Back to Oktoberfest. So on both Sunday and Monday evenings we went back to the Oktoberfest grounds and consumed a little bit more than 4 litres of beer (on the grounds only) per night. As I seem to be running out of internet time, I'll try to give a brief recap of each night.

Sunday Night

We get to the fair grounds and notice that it is substantially less crazy than opening night. However, what I do begin to notice is how many hot girls there are. I must confess that I do believe that I am developing a fetish for girls dressed in traditional german dresses. Let's just say that it definitely "puts it all out there". So we begin our festivities in a beer garden and then proceed to move inside a tent once we hear "Hey Jude" being played. I'm not going to lie. I'm digging Bryan Adams over the Beatles at Oktoberfest. Maybe it's just because I know the words.

And just like that, my prayers are answered. Summer of '69 starts playing. Holy crap! There must be some sort of crazy Bavarian Oktoberfest playlist that these bands are playing through. If so, I am so buying the CD. So basically, the rest of the night consists of us dancing on tables and singing along to old rock tunes. Pretty good night. Until we find out that they stop serving beer at 10:30pm! What the hell? Who ends a party before midnight?

Being the resourceful chaps that we are, we proceed to wander the streets of Munich in an attempt to find these really cool bar that I had heard about. No dice. We end up being drunk and lost. Although, I will admit it to be one of my finer moments when I throw the European equivalent of a quarter into a Porche Carrera convertible and tell the owner to buy himself a nice car. I'm classy when I'm drunk. Eventually, we find another bar and convince the bartender to serve us one last drink, even though they're closing down. The beer was excellent, as was the night.

Monday Night

Let me just start off by saying that I have this belief that the girls get hotter and hotter as the festival goes on at Oktoberfest. On Monday night, they were unbelievable! And I hadn't even had anything to drink yet!

Of course, we were on a far more important mission than to simply sit back and admire the surpising beauty of Bavarian women. No, we were on a mission to experience Oktoberfest. So, for the first part of the night, we went from tent to tent. There are 14 tents in all, so we felt that having a litre of beer in each one may be overly ambitious. So we had to settle with pictures and videos. Still, it was awesome to see the diversity of the crowds and the different party atomosphere in each tent.

Now comes the fun part. We go to a tent that we had wanted to go to since the first night and ask these old German guys if we can sit and drink with them. They say the German equivalent to "hell's yeah" and we begin to party. It turns out that one of the guys is 84 years old! And he's on his third stein! When I'm that old, I definitely want to still be drinking at Oktoberfest. The fun part about this was that these guys barely spoke English and our German is non-existent. So after some illuminating conversation on the finer points of German drinking songs and what makes a woman beautiful, we were off to meet some different people!

We ended up on the inside of the tent, drawn by the call of Bryan Adams yet again. We ended up talking to these banking consultants who had come to drink with their boss after work. Remember, this was a Monday night. We talked to them about the World Cup in Germany, hockey, soccer and even Dirk Nowitzki. So mainly sports and beer and working. German people are funny. Then I found out that one of the girls spoke around a dozen languages, inluding Arabic and Chinese. I then proceeded to try and have a conversation in Chinese with her. That's right, I was yammering on in Chinese at Oktoberfest in Munich. Awesome.

We ended the night with some grezsy pizza and another beer on a patio bar. It was a good night.

1 comment:

lilly p said...

you're boring. do something cool and write about it or DON'T DO IT AT ALL!