A Litre of Beer Please
Trip Start Aug 02, 2010
12Trip End Oct 22, 2010
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The 2010 Oktoberfest festivities in Munich, Germany was a special year for the Bavarians. You see, this year, they celebrate the 200 year anniversary of this beer drinking event. In short, that's exactly what it is, a beer drinkers, or alcoholics fantasy.
No doubt you have read up about this event, or heard about it from friends who have partaken, so there isn't much to say about Oktoberfest that hasn't already been said. This was a long two days that was more about drinking beer and eating sausage (insert joke here, you dirty perverts) and not so much about seeing the sights of Munich, although I hear it's a beautiful city.
The first day, Donnie (as he flew in to meet Dukes and I), Marcus and I got into Munich relatively late for Oktoberfest standards. After a long train ride from Vienna, where I was mistaken for a, well, to save myself some troubles, an insurgent, probably this wonderful looking beard I have, we arrived at the beer festivites, ready to show these Bavarians how Canadians can drink. It was a relatively calm night to say the least, we only drank 6 or 7 steins (3 bottles a stein).
I left early with our local host Anna, as I had had enough, while Marcus and Donnie decided they would travel around late at night, or shall I say stumble around. Of course they got lost, and barged into the place at whatever o'clock. We had promised Anna that we would be quiet as she is a teacher and had to work at 6 am the next morning. Well Marcus, the beauty he is, came storming in with a stein he had stold. This was a major event for the young Duquette. You see, something like 150,000 people were caught attempting to steal steins the year prior, so needless to say, he got the cup!
No seriously, he came in hoisting that cup over his head, like it was Lord Stanley's mug, "Parke, I got the cup man, I won the fucking cup!"
We wake up relatively early considering it was Oktoberfest, say noon, and decide we are going to go at it early today, and get a head start. Afterall, we had a stein record to beat of 13 steins, so the Donaldson tale goes.
After a quick coffee, some aspirin, a minor theatrical performance from a very funny street performer and a debate on who had the biggest shakes (Donaldson won that one hands down, and up, down and up... come on that's a good one) we mad our way to one of the massive tents at around 2 pm or so, thinking we could get a seat. Well, you guessed it, it was packed. We ended up sitting outside the tent and started!
After a minor break, which included a pit stop at a shooting gallery and a drunken 5 loop roller coaster we ended the night drinking what was equivalent of a case of beer each. We gave that record a good shot, but came oh so short!
Before we left the final tent, I had to get my hands on a stein. I cleverly, so I thought, hid the stein, an Oktoberfest t-shirt that I purchased, and the two teddy bears that we won for Donnie's two little girls under my coat. Unsuspecting right? They'll never know! Oh but wait, Donnie and Dukes want to ride the coaster again. If I do, I will throw up on everyone so I pass and make my way back to Anna's place. Donnie hands me his stein, since well, he's a dad, a husband and couldn't get caught and put in jail for one of these steins. So now, I have two steins, two bears and a t-shirt hidding under my coat.
I get to the end of the fair grounds and I get a tap from a female officer; "What is under your coat?" Oh nothing right! She asks me too pull whatever I have out of my coat. I start with one teddy bear. Keep going. Then the other. Keep going. OK, let's try the t-shirt, surely she will realise that I have nothing. Nope, keep going. Finally I pull out the stein thinking, oh great, this trip is over. Jail term for stealing a stein. A big German bastards bitch in the big house. Thankfully she smiled at me and took it away and said have a good night. My anal virginity remains!
Off I go. But remember folks. I had two steins. So I was able to sneak at least one out. Poor Donnie, he'll just have to steal his dad's stein and pretend it was his. Luckily when they showed up later on that night, Donnie had stolen one himself. So there we were. Three drunken Canadians giggling like school girls... We won the Cup!