It was a sight beyond what any of us had ever possibly imagined. There were literally thousands of people doing the "bob-and-weave" trying to get into this Disney World of Bier. We walked in, and we were all in awe. Not only were there tall placards of bier halls all over the place, but there were roller coasters, ferris wheels, dizzy swings, the works. I thought to myself, what person...no...idiot after putting down a couple liters of real Oktoberfest (5.6% alcohol I think) lager, and eating schneitzl, would say, "Heidi, I shtink I'm gonna go and get on the svings das go circles 50 meters above the ground. Ya das vould be fun."After spending what probably amounted to 30 minutes totally awestruck, we finally wandered over to the Hacker-Pschorr biergarten, found some seats, and ordered a few beers. So I have consumed every kind of beer from frat party garbage beer, to the hand made beers that you can only get in very selected places, and NOTHING compares to how this tasted. NOTHING. This was far and away what a beer made
with real Bavarian hand picked hops is supposed to taste like. And they poured
it out of an oak keg that was so big I couldn't fit my arms half-way around it. Oh, and we ordered a couple of real pretzels. They were about the
width of my shoulders, no joke.A while later we decided to leave the friends we made at the table we were sitting at and move to a different tent. I was happy with the beer we were drinking and the seats we had, so I didn't really want to move. Anyhow, we moved to the Lowenbrau tent. It was even more awesome there. It was a zoo. There were real, big German beer "wenches" (thats really what they're called) running around with ARMS full of beers. This one lady could carry 20 beers. Thats 20 liters and about 32 lbs of beer. I don't care who you are...that's awesome.
Anyhow the Lowenbrau tent was great, except for the grabby italian guy that got himself hit by a Union girl. And, not only did he get a right hook from her, but he also got a big nasty mean beer "wench" to break a beer stein 
over his head. He was a hurtin' unit.Now to skip to the major event of Oktoberfest. Now I have been very limited with the names I have mentioned in this blog, and to protect the idiocy of my wonderful fraternity brother, his name will also be omitted from this. We started to go our own ways as it got closer to sunset. We were all staying at the same hostel but some people wanted to stay later than others. I was cooked, so I left with the first group. We checked into this great hostel (HUGE ROOMS), and about two hours later, we got a phone call from the stragglers: "Have you guys seen E? We lost him about two hours ago." Long story short, "E" spent the night wandering around Augsburg trying to find the hostel. He finally found the hostel at 3 AM, passed out in the laudry basement until the housekeeping staff rolled in and told him to go find his friends. At about 7:30 AM, there is a knock on the door. Totally hungover, I tumbled out of bed to see who was adding to my brain burn, and it was E. I didn't know if I wanted to hit him or hug him. I hugged him, learned the story of his night and all was well.
At about 12:30 PM on Sunday we got on the DeutscheBahn (German TGV), and headed for France. Half-way home the driver popped up over the loudspeaker and said in three different languages (German, French, English), "Ladies and Gentlemen, just so everyone is aware, we have just accelerated to about 350 kmh, in our terms, that is 217 mph. Thats the fastest I've ever gone on land. It was awesome. C'est ca.
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