Bier from the Wiesen's Titten

So... the drama begins when we board the airline and none of us are sitting together. 32 E, 39 E, 41 E, and 43 E had us screaming at the top of our lungs because we hadn't had enough of each other quite yet. Some were nice enough to let us switch around, while others decided to face the wrath of us bitching and complaining the entire time because they wanted the aisle seat. Colleen made friends with her neighbors from Glendale, Kevy did not and almost got in a fist fight on the plane, which was either before or after her and KT spilled entire glasses of red wine on their shirts mid-sleep.

We finally made it to Munich and the boys were waiting for us at the airport as requested (which was good because we would have had no clue how to get to Munich's city centre). They thought we would prefer to sleep upon arrival but instead we dragged them to the Hofbrauhaus, a place neither of them had been after 23 years of living in Munich. As usual, it was a complete scene, pictures were taken of all of us, Kevy and I got accused of being twins, which is particulary ironic considering she already has her own, and we became a full-fletched mockery in no time. PROOOSSSTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, I am not sure if anyone has ever been to "Opening Day" of Oktoberfest before, but we would like to tell you that we liken it to the Running of the Bulls. We arrived at 8, the doors opened at 9, but the beer didnt begin flowing until noon. A man with beer stuffed in his lederhosen was happy to share, and we were happy to drink. When the doors opened, we have never seen so much pandemonium in our entire lives!!!!!!!!! Grabbing for the straps of any lederhosen we were with, the crowd rushed forward and we were thrust fwd with them...thru the doors that were hanging from the hinges, and with a very frightened hostess who had the mostess of her clothes ripped off in the scuffle, we ran in and we were some of the lucky ones out of 10,000 who found ourselves a table.

You all know the rest from here... 2 steins turned to 4 steins... 4 steins turned to carnival rides that Kevy doesnt remember... and the night ended with not only a ride on the bumper cars, but a breathalizer blowing that was unprecedented in both U.S. and German history. Kevy McNeill= 2.68 on the alcohol richter scale. We were sure we lost her; however, thanks to a midnight Emergen-C, she didnt even have a hangover the next day. Some of us didnt fair so well...

The next day, we got bossed into sightseeing a bit, which only led us back to the motherland...the Hofbrauhaus. We have all seen our fair share of castles, homes that dick-na-terians have lived in, and we had already climbed 300+ stairs, so it was only logical that we quenched our thirst with another stein. We got in trouble twice that day: once at the Hofbrauhaus for slamming our steins on the table, and when we got home too for not calling the boys to tell them where we were. Early to bed, early to stein... we woke up the next morning for our last day at Oktoberfest!

We had a proper German breakfast (nein bier) and trapsed to the tents pretty early to do some shopping. We were over the shopping though and became distracted by the ride of all rides!!!! Kevy and I stayed back and nearly had a heart attack watching, so you can imagine how KT and Colleen must have felt on this ride that was 160 feet high and went 65 mph, spinning face down towards the fairgrounds, with those of us on the ground screaming for dear life in between their shrieks of fear. We made it to the tents, had the requisite 5 more steins of beer (we think), equalling roughly 15 beers, and rounded out the night at the Kartoffelhaus and Barschweine.

We are now in Salzburg and this place is awesome!!! We have officially scared the crap out of two German boys (and one friend) and worn out our welcome indefinitely. We'd like to close with some our favorite German phrases we've learned along the way: bier hier, prost, titten, sheiser, you shut your mouth when you're talking to me, vixa, vah-ghina, and krankenvagen. Danke schoen and we will talk to everyone after Salzburg.

For sheizle, my neizle...

Kyle, Colleen, KT and Drunken Girl... I mean, Kevy