I was invited to Octoberfest while I was relaxing on little corn island in the Caribbean. Other than getting a job on my return to England I didn't really have any cares. Yes I thought, it's lovely to be invited, I love meeting new people and it will be fun. Admittedly I'm not really known for my beer drinking abilities but hey.... details.
What a difference 5 months can make, the night before I fly I had the day from hell at work ( new job turned out to be not quite as relaxing as spending every day on a beach looking at hot boys, coconuts and turquoise sea. Funny that) - spending 4 days drinking wasn't quite so appealing.
Day 1: One Lufthansa flight later, I've arrived. I head to the hostel, and head down to Octoberfest to meet the girls. Hels comes to pick me up - this place was not what I expected - we were in a massive beer hall, everyone was dancing on the tables, beer everywhere, incoherent people. I was going to need a Stein - and pretty bloody quickly. Two men from Switzerland hoist me up onto the table. I fix a grin to my face, and drink the equivalent of 4 pints in the space of an hour. The boys from Switzerland start to look ever so nice ;-)
Day 2 : I think it's fair to say I'm over mixed dorms, so along with listening to snoring I also spent the night grinning to myself at my good fortune re: kissing a lovely man from Geneva. Day 1 went pretty bloomin well. I was liking this Octoberfest thing. 6.30am start - not so much.
I get into my 'outfit' - a vintage eBay procured Drindl, apron and whistles blouse. All the girls looked pretty damn hot. We get in the queue for our chosen beer hall and wait for the doors to open. When our first beer finally comes ( at 10.30am) it has the added bonus of being served by the rather lovely waiter Sven. We liked Sven. Beer flows, pretzels are eaten, party tricks shared. This was ace. Cut to next scene, most of the boys have passed out/ gone walkabout. Mr Geneva has left his friends and is waiting outside our hall to be let in. Us girls have an amazing night - dancing on a table, merry drunk with the hot Swiss at my side - why the hell haven't I been to Munich before?
Day 3: 6.30am proves too much for me - I meet everyone there today - the group gets split and I spend the morning with the biggest group of Italian lightweights. At the risk of sounding like a hard core drinker - they were clearly gonna leave before 12 - the gang can get back together. Another fun day - lots of table dancing, beautiful roast chicken and laughing.
Day 4: that's it I am officially broken - a day of water, art museums and fresh air for me.
Can't wait til next year......Prost
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