Greetings from Oktoberfest 2008! We are still alive and well. The city is awash with drunken tourists and locals alike, most of them wearing some kind of tracht, or at least funny hats (note to self: take more photos of funny hats). Many precious memories are in the making here, I tell you, and we are only one weekend in to this 16-day festival. I’d like to take this opportunity to remind Headbang8 about our mutual agreement to not post embarrassing photos of each other.
The Hippodrom – supposedly the young, hip, flirty tent with a high number of celebrity sightings. We did see some guys being followed around by video cameras and a boom mic, but alas none of us were able to recognize them.
The Weinzelt (wine tent – no maβes here!)
The Ochsenbraterei (ox roaster). This was our third tent of the day yesterday. I hardly have any pictures from inside. Probably better that way.
If you want an animal roasted on a spit, Oktoberfest is the place for you!
The pregnant chick stole our beers!
One popular festival song here in Germany is about playing cowboys and Indians (which I for one take offense to – how dare the Germans appropriate our cultural heritage! WE come from the land of cowboys and Indians, that’s OUR childhood game, dammit!). Anyway, the song comes with a choreography kind of like the Macarena, except with lassos. Really, I am not making this up.
Our neighbors from the next table over get a little fresh with our kilt-wearing Scot.
I was all set to declare the Weinzelt the most sophisticated tent, and then the band came out wearing giant condom suits. Why yes, those are enormous hairy balls that jiggle when they move their legs. Thanks for asking.
More to come!
Agreement? What agreement?
Don’t tempt me. My finger is poised over the PUBLISH button on a series that involves the YMCA…
haha! That is a great picture of me. Could you send it to me? I think that it will make a great facebook profile picture 😉
Hmm…I thinking that maybe I made a mistake scheduling my trip the week after Oktoberfest ends. I’m kind of sad that I missed the enormous hairy balls.
Not.
looks like fun!
I was shocked to learn that Austrian husband played cowboys and Indians ALL.THE.TIME when he was little. I think it was out in the PC California town I grew up in.
I didn’t realize costumes were so important to beer drinking 🙂
Sara – was he a cowboy, or an Indian? I think you need to get him an outfit.
Swiss Miss – oh yeah, beer tastes so much better when you’re wearing a dirndl!
Apparently the agreement only applies to you smug blogging types. What’s next, videos?
Had half a mind to send the link to my dad. Until the hairy balls came a-swinging along.
i want full-frontal pix of you and ak in the dirndl’s!
Dear AK’s dad,
Just wanted to let you know that your daughter COULDN’T GET ENOUGH of the giant swinging hairy balls.
Yours,
Jul
dirty girl
I’d forgotten how dangerous it was to be around you and a camera 🙂
Ah, Ken, wait till you see the videos! 🙂