PROST! (x3)

Day: 310

Please indulge me in my lack of creativity when it comes to my naming of these posts. “Prost!” Just seems to be the most used word for the last couple of days and I just thought I’d follow suit.

With a night for which we planned to be the setting for our hardest hitting, Oktoberfest moments, we slept-in and had a causal day of wandering the English Garden, with lunch (& beers! PROST!) in the park, coffee and perusing classic works of art in one of Munich’s museums that was near our place. Also, after seeing all the crazy old German guys with lederhosen and wicked mustaches, we decided we could at least participate in one way by shaving our own bad ass chops.   Unfortunately, Kenneth and Brandon’s lack of facial hair made our team incomplete.

We met up with Chris (also sans-mustache) as soon as he was home from work and were off.  It turned out to be a four liter night.  Complete with all sorts of the normal trouble when you, along with 200,000 other people all have drank a gallon of beautiful Bavarian brew…

The tents stopped serving at 11pm and had to come around and tell us to leave shortly after that.  Somehow Kenneth, Brandon, Aaron and I had managed to stay together and worked our way back towards the underground; stopping at every possible wurst stand to fill up on fried meat and French fries before passing out back at the apartment.