I have walked that long road to copious amounts of Weizen beer. I have tried not to waiver from my course; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret to drinking, that after downing a German craft beer, one only finds that there are many more Weizens to drink. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious drunk people that surrounds me, to look back because of the beautiful ladies with cleavage that just passed me. But I can only rest here for a moment, for with drinking Weizen beer comes many lavatory responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk has not yet ended.
When in Germany – dress (drink) like the German do! Ich bin rocking dis!
Apparently Oktoberfest 2014 recorded 1.8 million gallons of beer, which I proudly contributed probably 26% of that. This voluntary and some involuntary volumes can’t be confirmed, but by the number of urinal trips and double vision you’ll just have to believe me.
Needless to say this went on till the early hours and if I’m writing to you now then it can only mean one thing: ‘I SURVIVED THE OKTOBERFEST 2014,’ – and this is a big deal for me people cause I can guarantee you – by the look of things there were some people (or once who looked like a person) whom I was sure would just not be found again. Oh did I mention there was beer. Das was echt schön!