This year Jonathan and I got to do double duty. Or triple actually.
We got to visit our good friend Anne. In one of our favorite cities in the world – Munich. And, because of this, we got to visit the greatest festival of all time. A tribute to beer. And all things German.
Oktoberfest is iconic Germany at its best. Beautiful girls each wearing a dirndl. Showing off their…well, you know.
Handsome men wearing Lederhosen. Showing off their calf muscles.
Ladies, that’s how you choose the best husband – by his calf muscles.
Men, if you’re looking for a special lady, look at how her apron is tied. It will tell you everything you need to know.
If it is tied on her right, she’s already married to someone else. If it’s tied in the middle, down her back, she’s widowed.
But, if it’s tied on her left – she’s free and clear.
Or, so I’ve been told.
Our friends Anne and Anja got together and found a dirndl for me to wear. (Thanks Anja!) I loved it. I can’t wait to own my own someday.
After I was properly dressed (Jonathan had to masquerade as an American Tourist), we headed out to the Oktoberfest in search of a lively tent and a good liter of beer.
We found them.
Unfortunately, our camera battery died, so we didn’t get too many pictures.
But, I can sum the evening up for you.
Our friend Anja, used her … assets … to secure us a table of Italian men in the Augustiner-Brau tent. We then proceeded to drink oh about 3 liters of beer each.
The Italian men were a bit frisky. They just wanted to kiss everyone. Jonathan didn’t like it.
Never before have I been kissed by 4 different men in one night. On the lips. (One was my husband.)
After 3 foreign kisses too many, we decided that we’d had our fun for the night, and headed back home.
It was, afterall, Monday. And we all had to go to work in the morning.
Oktoberfest is awesome. It’s loud, beery, and packed with people. But for anyone who likes beer even remotely, it’s a must-do in life.