Boobs and Beers! OKTOBERFEST Pre-game Talk.

This year, 2010 is the 200th anniversary of the Oktoberfest. Because of the wonderful experience from last year with my two surprise beauties by my side, one from Florida and one from New York, celebrated my birthday Bavarian style with some locals who were friends of friends of friends that happened to be around (no doubt they would stick around for the fest) that exemplified the true essence of the festival --- in front of a Mass of beer (or more) everybody's your friend --- I'm going to revisit again this coming Saturday and Sunday for an even wilder, newer experience in the biggest German fest of the decade.

Last year we visited the tourist-tent: Hofbrauhaus. This year I'm all set on the Augustiner and a few others my friends from Munich have recommended. The full report will be provided here in about a few days. Also looking forward to is the train ride that would be sure to filled with near-drunken attendees, men in hot leather pants, my boyfriend's amused expression at big chested women in Dirndl and my Asian female friend's first full Mass of beer. Not to forget the delicious oven grilled whole chicken that is the only thing one can order in the festival. Also featuring dancing on benches to cheesy German drinking songs and bad techno music after twelve. After twelve? Yikes. This might be a bit of a problem.

Not only is the actual fest closes at twelve, for security reasons, since there is an unspoken competition amongst the men that they had to drink one more mass than their neighboring table-sharers and the fact that indeed this is the time of the year to go all out, public transportation (forget about driving or hailing a taxi...) after midnight will proven to be difficult to go out of town. --- Hotels all around Munich city or Thereasawiese have been completely booked out. Any leftover rooms in Messe (exhibition centers) or airport area are either for strictly, lonely singles (a rule that the Germans really enforces when you book a single room!) or double rooms in strange, Feng-Sui-or-Arabian-Nights-gimmicky or lack-of-any-gimmicky-hospital-looking hotels that costs at least two hundred Euro. And if that's not shocking enough, the Bahn hotel, the convenient "facility" in which one doesn't book a room at unless one absolutely has no interest in sight-seeing or personal comfort that is located in the Hauptbahnhof (main station), the last time I checked, on a Tuesday before the 2nd weekend of the festival, costed 400 Euro. FOUR fucking HUNDRED EURO! We modest pheasants of the modern world are proud to say we are being extorted less than other people, some other people, by a margin of two hundred Euro by living ten minutes away on the S bahn line east of the Munich city center. We could almost give ourselves a gold star for that. Would be nice, of course, if the whole trip is not half of my whole month's intended expense, of course.