Prost!

firstly, i hate how everyone's album title or blog thing or status or whathaveyou is "prost!" upon their return from Oktoberfest. But it's just very iconic (and easy to pronounce/spell), making it very popular among the americans who visit Oktoberfest. Because I have no german skills whatsoever, I too will call my blog 'prost'.

Anyway, I have to be short-winded in this blog because I'm about to go botellon/go clubbing so my time is pretty tight. Oktoberfest was muchhhhh bigger/better than I imagined. For some reason, when i heard about 'beer tents', i legitimately thought people went to tents. Not like camping tents but like circus tents or something. i dont know, this sounds silly now but whatever that's what i thought. However, when i got to Oktoberfest, i found that the 'tents' were more like 'temporary buildings' (though i guess that 'beer temporary buildings' doesn't really have a good ring to it...) and they were hugeeee. The first day we got there later so we went to a beergarden/ outside of the tents for a more relaxed atmosphere. It was really fun and we met our first german friend, Peter. Peter gave us lots of good advice (even though his girlfriend did not appreciate him chatting with us), so that was quite helpful. He was also wearing leiderhosen (germans ACTAULLY wear leiderhosen and drindle dresses to oktoberfest- staring at them NEVER got old) and he explained to us that they wear it on like national holidays/festivals... or at least i think that's what he was trying to convey... his english wasn't too good and he kept apologizing for it, but he was really great. He gave us suggestions about where to eat and other tips about the festival too (which is like a GIANT carnival with lots of beer tents, tons of food, games and rides- and PEOPLE).
Following Peter's advice, we headed downtown to Marianplatz (sp?) for dinner. We ate at a traditional Bavarian restaurant (hello meat and potatoes) and met some Jewish Germans who forced us to take these shots (tasted GROSS) and force drank us (yes Hope, i just recoined the infamous phrase) Kosher red wine, which was actually quite good. They also proceeded to force feed us dinner number 2 (since our massive pork knuckles, saurkraut, and mashed potato piles weren't enough), which consisted of veinershnitzel (sp?) and fries. really good buttt then the guys started to get creepy (they were 40+ but whatever, right?) and so we ran for the hills before our dessert came.

ok so this is like half of oktoberfest but i have to go now, however since i know you all are DYINGGG to hear more from me (thanks for all the comments...notttt), im gonna post it unfinished. stay tuned for part two.