So on this day, the first day after Oktoberfest, I have much to say about the world's biggest festival of beer.
It truly is magical. I know I said I didn't know what to expect going into it, but wow. I'm impressed, Wiesn. Somehow I expected it to be a bit too overbearing after the first weekend. But I found myself wanting to go back again and again. With an ENORMOUS drain on my wallet, bank account, social security, etc. because every liter of bier (oh yes, bier by the liter) costs 10 Euros.
Day 1
The first day at the actual festival drowned away all my spirits. Literally soaked them through with sheets of rain. But, being the resourceful crew that we were back then (my sister and her friends included--remember that post about five people sleeping in my room?? IT HAPPENED) we managed to find this bar near the festival. It was cheaper, it was fun, and most importantly it was dry. We spent the majority of the day there. Or at least what felt like it.
After a liter we were happy, and we got bought a round by this American guy named Seven. Yes, Seven. Like the number. He even signed an email to us the next day with "7". I hope his parents know what humiliation they put him through.
So two liters in we sat there, wide-eyed and smiling, with Sam and her friend Ashley riding people shoulders, dancing on tables and really annoying these Australian guys as they tried to watch a soccer game on television. Dudes, priorities? Thank you.
Then we looked at a clock. It was a quarter past two. Talk about a slap in the face. We were plastered and starving, our bodies screaming for nutrients and reeling about the fact it was only two in the afternoon. This would be a long weekend indeed.
Day 2
Mother nature smiled on us today. Sun shining, pancakes in the morning made by our very own chocolatier, we rode out to Wiesn once again. Day two we finally got into a tent. This time the crew had changed about. It was now my sister, Megan our English comedian-friend, and my friends studying in Berlin, Alyssa and Paris. The latter grabbed a table inside the Spaten tent, where we ordered our first true Oktoberfest Maßes. One Maß = one liter. That first sip was so incredibly delicious, refreshing, can't even describe all the cultural fucking experience rushing into my mouth, more corny words. Ahhhhh. You get the point. It was superb.
Another Maß and giant pretzel later and we were finished. Not because we couldn't handle it. Oh no, no. Don't judge us just yet. The table we had was reserved. So we said auf Wiedersehen and took our bier-saturated selves to find some delicious grub. Bratwurst in der Semmel was calling my name. There's something to be said about a country loving sausages and people all around you stuffing there faces with meat and wrapped in bread. But I really can't bring myself to do it.
Days 3,4, and 5 plus my trip to Berlin coming up soon. I promise. But don't hold me to it. Because gosh, in order to write these things I need to have a life.
It truly is magical. I know I said I didn't know what to expect going into it, but wow. I'm impressed, Wiesn. Somehow I expected it to be a bit too overbearing after the first weekend. But I found myself wanting to go back again and again. With an ENORMOUS drain on my wallet, bank account, social security, etc. because every liter of bier (oh yes, bier by the liter) costs 10 Euros.
Day 1
The first day at the actual festival drowned away all my spirits. Literally soaked them through with sheets of rain. But, being the resourceful crew that we were back then (my sister and her friends included--remember that post about five people sleeping in my room?? IT HAPPENED) we managed to find this bar near the festival. It was cheaper, it was fun, and most importantly it was dry. We spent the majority of the day there. Or at least what felt like it.
After a liter we were happy, and we got bought a round by this American guy named Seven. Yes, Seven. Like the number. He even signed an email to us the next day with "7". I hope his parents know what humiliation they put him through.
So two liters in we sat there, wide-eyed and smiling, with Sam and her friend Ashley riding people shoulders, dancing on tables and really annoying these Australian guys as they tried to watch a soccer game on television. Dudes, priorities? Thank you.
Then we looked at a clock. It was a quarter past two. Talk about a slap in the face. We were plastered and starving, our bodies screaming for nutrients and reeling about the fact it was only two in the afternoon. This would be a long weekend indeed.
Day 2
Mother nature smiled on us today. Sun shining, pancakes in the morning made by our very own chocolatier, we rode out to Wiesn once again. Day two we finally got into a tent. This time the crew had changed about. It was now my sister, Megan our English comedian-friend, and my friends studying in Berlin, Alyssa and Paris. The latter grabbed a table inside the Spaten tent, where we ordered our first true Oktoberfest Maßes. One Maß = one liter. That first sip was so incredibly delicious, refreshing, can't even describe all the cultural fucking experience rushing into my mouth, more corny words. Ahhhhh. You get the point. It was superb.
Another Maß and giant pretzel later and we were finished. Not because we couldn't handle it. Oh no, no. Don't judge us just yet. The table we had was reserved. So we said auf Wiedersehen and took our bier-saturated selves to find some delicious grub. Bratwurst in der Semmel was calling my name. There's something to be said about a country loving sausages and people all around you stuffing there faces with meat and wrapped in bread. But I really can't bring myself to do it.
Days 3,4, and 5 plus my trip to Berlin coming up soon. I promise. But don't hold me to it. Because gosh, in order to write these things I need to have a life.
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