Things I love: cultural traditions, costume parties, and excessive/binge drinking (once in a while…). Oktoberfest is the German combination of those three loves…so when Keri told me she was coming to Munich for the annual bacchanalian celebration, I thought I would get on that train, or autobahn as it were.
Oktoberfest is like getting really drunk at Disneyland: there are festive decorations, overpriced food, carnival rides, and lots of beer (the last two don’t seem to go together, but the Germans have stronger stomachs than me in so many ways).
A few things I learned:
- Neither my alcohol tolerance nor recovery time is what it used to be during my competitive drinking days in b-school
- The aprons on the dirndls come in handy when beer is inevitably poured on you by accident
- You’d think wearing the beer wench Dirndls would feel like pushing back the feminist movement by a few decades but I actually dug it. Does this make me unfit to run for political office? Perhaps, but there are probably far more incriminating things in this blog alone.
- Learn Ein Prosit song in German and listen to cheesy American rock ballads from the 80s to prepare for polka band karaoke
- Leave any diets,vegetarianism, or regard for nutrition at home. Understand that sausage is a food group in Bavaria
- Beer does not equal hydration
- Build wrist, forearm, and bicep strength before arriving in Germany. The beer steins are scheiss heavy
- Wear shoes with good tread as you will be standing on wet benches most of the time
- Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT stand on the table
- It is not possible to go to Oktoberfest two days in a row…
We managed to have some non-drinking fun as well:
Fussen and Neuschwanstein Castle (e.g., the Disneyland Castle):
Salzburg, Austria: I tagged along when Keri and Adam decided to rent an expensive BMW and test out the lack of speed limits on the autobahn!