PROST!

Day: 307

Feeling a little rough today; watch the video to understand why. Aaron and I spent the morning meandering through Wurzburg, before catching the cheap train to Munich and finding our apartment that I rented for the next four nights. We paid the lady and called my friend Chris (a Munich native, who I met in Bariloche, Argentina earlier this year) and I was informed that his girlfriend already had a table and we should met him in front of a church down the street.

A mad rampage of booze ensued.

Somehow Aaron and I made it back to our place, four train stops from the Wiesn (festival grounds) to met Kenneth and Brandon by 11pm. Kenneth is my age and Brandon is Aarons, they both grew up with us, living 7 houses down the street and going to the same schools our entire childhood. Kenneth was responsible for shooting my front tooth out with a BB gun. It just happened that they ended up here at the same time as us, and it also happened that they needed a place to stay and we wanted people to share our apartment costs with. It all seemed to work out. Other than my bad directions I gave them, me being drunk when they got here and the fact it took 10 minutes of them being outside before I realized they were there and let them in.