Of course I am talking about the Oktoberfest, that certain time of the year when you don’t need an excuse to drink like a fish. Unknown to many, the real Oktoberfest which is held in Munich, Germany, is celebrated mostly in the month of September for an equivalent of two weeks, and lasts until the few days during the first week of October. This year’s Oktoberfest started with the tapping of a beer keg by the Mayor of Munich, Christian Ude on the 17th of September and ended on the 3rd of the following month. The name Oktoberfest came from the original celebration, which was the marriage of King Ludwig I to Princess Therese of Saxony-Hildburghausen on 12th October 1810, where all the citizens of Munich were invited to attend the festivities held on the fields in front of the city gates to celebrate the happy royal event. Since then, the tradition of Oktoberfest began with beer drinking and the wearing of traditional Bavarian costumes.
I was lucky enough to experience the world’s biggest fair event, with almost 7 million liters of beer consumed for the 16 days affair. All the hotels were packed. They did not even have enough rooms for the crew. Some of us were offered to sleep in tiny rooms with very tiny beds for a complimentary breakfast buffet. Many friends got on the flight as passengers just to be there in Munich for a day. They flew with us back to the base pretty knocked out. That surprised no one.
My memory is cloudy for the most part but there were three words that I can strongly remember: Boobs, beer and beer.
Here we are.
Inside one of the beer halls.
My beautiful German friend.
Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.
Souvenir for hunny–an authentic German beer pitcher.