Oktoberfest

So four days later, i'm still alive. Spent the weekend in Munich, at
Oktoberfest. It had to be one of the strangest, happiest, craziest
experiences of my life. comprable to Mardi Gras, but existing on a
whole different level - as it was a bunch of drunk europeans just
having a good time - as opposed to a bunch of drunk americans looking
for boobs.
Anyway, here's a quick rundown. We rented a car, drove 10 hours to
munich on thursday, went to the fest on friday and saturday, and then
drove 10 hours back in our Renault-Rent-a-Car on sunday morning.
A couple of notable things:
-We randomly rand into fellow pepperdiners Dave and Jen from Rouen at
the Hofbrau tent.This is next to impossible odds, as there are over a
dozen tents with over 25000 people in each tent.
-The bathrooms stayed extremely clean considering the number of people
using them (although most men just urinate on this big hill, without
regard for who's looking or whats around them.
-There were these crazy italians on saturday who we partied with until
all of them passed out at 4pm.
-It was nice to eat food other than croissant and cheese - although, if
i never eat another bratwurst again, i'd be okay with that.
-We met thse girls on friday night, and all was going well, until we
discovered they were 17. Not good times.
-If you're going to sleep in a car for three nights, make sure the
people you sleep with are flatulence-free. Whoo.
-Don't mess with a german beer maid. When people get in their way, they
have no problem cracking you on the jaw with a stein.
-It's never a bad time to make fun of White Sox fans. (speaking of
which, a moment of silence for the cubs collapse of 2004)
-jumping on tables is always a bad idea.
-The french are the party pansies of europe
-Munich is lovely city. I'd love to see it when i'm sober someday.
More to come...