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September 27th, 2008
 

Okotberfest Night 1: This beer is the size of my head.

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Written by: Candi

7 p.m. Me, Kari and Robin decide to head to Octoberfest and are briefly concerned that we won’t know how to get there. When we step out of the hotel, there are thousands of people dressed in Lederhosen and bavarian dresses all herding in the same direction. We join the flow.

7:30 p.m. Found it!

7:35 p.m. As we’re waiting in line for cash, a very small, 20-something man shuffles over to us with a wurst hanging out of his mouth. He mumbles something in an unintelligible language and looks at us with huge, puppy-dog eyes. “What?” I say. He looks at his hotdog, then over our shoulders. “I just want to go home.”

Then he shuffles away.

8 p.m. Find a table at a beergarten! Yay! Sit down next to a woman, her two children and her husband. We order our beers while being regaled with what we assumed were traditional beer-drinking songs…until we realize they’re all singing the first few riffs from that White Stripes Song “Seven Nation Army.” Seriously?

8:05 p.m. Must get picture of beer lady. Snap picture of her and she almost trips from the flash in her face:

8:15 p.m. “I think I’m drunk,” Kari says, looking at her half-drunk beer. I’m suddenly worried.

8:20 p.m. We compare the size of our beers to the size of our heads.


8:30 p.m. 25 Italians assault our table and assume we can understand what the hell they’re saying. This is not true.

9 p.m. A british man adopts us as his children and starts systematically removing the Italians.

9:30 p.m. A group of people who live in Amsterdam and are staying in a van by the river tries to kidnap us.

10 p.m. Italians try to use me to get INSIDE the beer tent, which is actually not a tent but a large, hangar-like structure. Because I am not a blond with huge breasts or a battering ram, we fail.

10:30 p.m. I am somehow inside of the tent with an American dressed as a monk. People keep asking him to bless them

11 p.m. Tents close. I don’t know where my friends are. I find the biggest sausage ever and wander around looking for more beer.

12 a.m. Here is a snippet from the drunken online chat I have with my boyfriend:

me: Baby?

4:28 PM YOu should be here for this
Rod: oh yea?
me: Yes
I am in the depths of Oktoberfest
Rod: i would love to
me: but I am now safely in my hotel
I don’t know where mmy friends are
but I’m okay
YAY!
I’mokay!
Rod: yay!
4:29 PM bloggin?
me: should it?
i’m drrrrunlkkk
Rod: he he
me: and i love octoberfest
but i’m home safe
Rod: good good
me: i took care of me!!
by my fucking self
fuck all those fucking drunken idiots
Rod: youre a tough mama
4:30 PM me: ij am
i found my way back home
i dont’ know where my ND friends are
Rod: are you going again tomorrow?
me: i’m a lttle worried, but I shouldn’t go look for them
cause it’s hard out there for a pimp
ywa
yes
hehehehe
baby
4:31 PM Rod: yea?
me: I just wanna say i toll you so
i can take care of myself
Rod: i know you can
My friends showed up at various times in the night, confused and lost and drunk.
7 a.m. Kari wakes up and mumbles: “I think a cat pooped in my mouth.”
Day two begins soon. More to day 1 as my memory returns.


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