Beer Beer Food. Beer Beer Food. Beer Food. Beer Food.

Saturday, October 4

I woke up to find Joe and Matt’s floor palette empty. Where were they? They left at 6am to get in line to get into a tent at Oktoberfest. Did they make it in? No. Did I? Naturally.

We got in a line completely randomly knowing we had to have tickets (and knowing we didn’t have tickets) and somehow we all managed to get in to the Schottenhamel tent! It took Ryan and Katie a couple of tries, probably because he’s a boy but the point is we all made it in and had the best day ever!! Not to mention that it was CLOSING weekend of Oktoberfest! unbelievable!

(Me and Ana moments after sneaking into the tent!)

(To all of you who wondered why Germany...)

(The girls!)

So as we wondered around looking for a place to sit we realized that most of the reserved tables were still empty because they didn't open until 12. So we hopped from table to table until most of them were full and then decided we needed a more long term plan for our lack of seats... So we did what every American would do in that situation. We found the man wearing the American doo rag, saw he had some empty seats, and decided to make friends with him. It turns out that these three guys (ranging from 26-38) worked for the US government on a military base about 2 hours outside of Munich. I will refer to them as Chinco State (or Dr. Max), Doo Rag, and Married

Man from here on out. It only seems fitting.

(Me and Chinco State. He asked if we could do Magnum. Vic, this one is for you!)

After talking some football with the guys they began to question why we were still on our first stein. Why we ask? Because the 5 of us girls just barely break a combined total of 500 pounds and its just after 12. That's why. And then Chinco State/Dr. Max enlightened us. "Beer Beer Food. Beer Beer Food. Beer Food. Beer Food." And he goes on to inform us that he is confident is it works because he spent all 7 of his years at Chinco State perfecting the formula. (But please note, in order for the formula to work, you must convert it into American beverages. A beer in the above formula is referring to 1 liter.) Therefore, they were incredibly unsatisfied that we weren't planning on drinking 8 liters. And don't worry mom. We didn't.

So anyways, as the day goes on and the people get wilder we find some Americans playing an Oktoberfest version of Beer Pong and decide to partake. And as a result we met Greg (36) and his friends Dirka Dirka, Kevin, and Lukas who work for UBS in Zurich. After speaking some German with them and going on a lovely walk through the center of the tent with Greg, MnKinley and Katie decide its time to head out. (We also were randomly invited to sit at tables with the exaggerated phrase "total schoen" translated: completely beautiful, but as probably expected we declined)(The table by the time the afternoon was winding down.)

And after leaving the premise of Oktoberfest we got a call from Ryan who was coming to meet back up with us so we sat at the front banch of Oktoberfest giving quadralingual directions to the main train station to the drunk tourists as they walked by. Pretty funny. We also ran into a handful of Wake people which made it so much fun (and a small world after all)!

When we finally met up with Joe and Matt after their ridiulous day we all went to dinner (and met up with some of his IES friends) and called an early night. But then again, when you start drinking in the 11 o'clock hour can you really blame us?