Dread, fear and loathing . . . or in other words, my wife dragged me to Oktoberfest in Munich today, Saturday, and I didn't get a ride in. Worse, what do you do when you are surrounded by huge flagons of beer, bratwurst, smokers, candy and in general you're in the midst of over 500,000 people engaging in the sorts of behaviors YOU have tried so hard to get rid of? Well, you suck it up and take one moment at a time. The smoking was easy although it's a pain to be around smokers, we didn't have any trouble with the beer. You have to get inside a beer tent first but they all seemed to be full but we found a biergarten (an outside patio like place) where after a not too arousing pat down we found a place and got some beer. Strong Paulaner ale like the Germans drink since they're five years old and leave their mothers breasts. Of course most mothers can drink a lot too so even breastmilk is probably 40 proof most of the year!
Anyway, we did pretty good, just the one beer then a baked potato on the concourse and some almonds to cap the meal off. OK, Graeme Street would slap me . . . they were roasted sweet coated almonds, but only had a few! When we finally managed to extract and work our way against the crowd - imagine a sea of women in drindl dresses and men in lederhosen along with a whole lot of fashionable Italian boys (seems this weekend is when the Italians swarm up over the alps) coming at you and you have the picutre - we got to the train, then to the car and fortuantely stopped on the autobahn where I scored a cappuchino, banana and apple! Ah!
So now we're at home and looking at a quiet night. I plan on doing some planning and reading tonight to keep preparing for the change. But I survivied Oktoberfest and didn't put on weight!
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