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Hey guys!

So like 2 or 3 weeks ago I went to Oktoberfest. I haven’t written in so long because I was literally recovering (and school got busy and I’m tired and a lot of stuff that is far more serious than Oktoberfest recovery lol). But basically, Oktoberfest was awesome. There are insane tents that should not be described as tents and more like beautiful halls. There are rides and the most AMAZING food ever. There are funny outfits and fun people but most of all, there is glass. Lots and lots of glass. And the glass mugs are pretty thick. Just remember this. 

So Munich is a beautiful city. It is so beautiful and so CLEAN. Someone yelled at us because we dropped a cup on the floor in the street by accident, that’s how clean it was. But most of all, it was cheap, even during Oktoberfest. You basically don’t have to pay for public transit because there isnt anything to collect your ticket and the food isn’t that expensive either. This was by far my cheapest weekend. 

My friends and I got to explore the beautiful city of Munich with a beer tour. Except this wasn’t just casually drinking and walking around. This was the most agressive tour of my life. I had to do push ups and got whipped by my friend Sami. The tour guide chirped all of us and sometimes taught us about history. It was by far the weirdest 2 hours of my life. It was a pretty good foreshadow to the rest of the weekend.

So like every other tourist, I went out after my beer tour and bought my drindl and was on my way to a great weekend. Speaking of drindls, they are expensive. Be ready to drop some cash if you gotta. They had basic bitch ones but EVERYONE was wearing the basic bitch ones. My best advice-be like my smart friend Vanessa and borrow one from a friend who has been before. I’m saving mine for my sister although I think she looks better in red but whatever I’m helping her out. 

Cue Saturday morning of Oktoberfest. Crack of dawn putting on makeup and lacing up the drindl for what is supposed to be the best day of your beer drinking college days. My friends and I get a muffin and a water in the metro station and head on our way to Oktoberfest. We get there at 7ish in the morning and wait until they open at 9AM. Keep in mind were in drindls and its about 37 degrees outside. I was so cold and felt so nauseous, the entire morning was a struggle. However we tried to make the most of the wait in line. After Vanessa and I seranaded our friends for 30 minutes until their ears almost bled, it was time to run to the tent. We ran so fast and I have never felt so out of shape. We got to the tent and we found a ton of tables for us and our friends! Tahnk god we got there so early right! No. Us idiots got to tables that were reserved adn got kicked out by the staff. Rookies. So we stood at the standing tables until we found a table later, which was still a pretty tight squeeze. So back to the thick glass. It’s pretty thick. And if you “prost” too hard, you will break the glass. And if you reach across the table, you might slice your arm on said glass like slicing into a chicken breast with a kitchen knife like I did. I have never seen a deeper cleaner cut in person in my life. I quietly walked off by myself dripping blood our of my elbow and the security guard stopped me and was like “NO YOU NEED STITCHES!” and in that moment I cried. Thank God Vanessa was following me because she accompanied me to the emergency clinic in the middle of the festival. I gave them my information and tried to bring Vanessa into the second waiting room with me but that refused to let her come with me. I cried more. Eventually she got to come in and hold my hand while they changed my bandage. Then a tall scary German man told me to come into the next room to clan my wound. So I said “Ok! Come on Vanessa!” and he screamed “NO!” in my face. I cried more. I explained to him that I don’t speak German and that I was very scared and needed her and he just kept screaming “NO! NO! NO!” over me every time I tried to open my mouth. I take it he did not know very much English. So I let them lead me into a room to clean my room and a second room to stitch my arm. They put a giant gauze over my drindl and shot me with local anesthesia and stitched up my arm. To nobodies surprise, I cried the whole time. Then a 75 euro charge later, I was back in the festival. I stayed away from the beer tents and opted for baked potatoes and brats, which is much more my speed anyways. Eventually we left and I traded my bloody drindl for sweatpants and a couch. 

Oktoberfest was pretty cool and after the whipping, the hypothermia and the stitches I’d probably still go back. It was still one of the best weekends ever and I have a pretty cool story for my stitches I guess!

XOXO

Kristin