The next morning, we - and by we I mean the women - were at the designated meeting point at 8:30 in the morning, complete in wardrobe, hair, and makeup. Even though the day was cold, rainy, and dreary, we were ready to partay at a moment's notice. We waited around for fifteen minutes for the guys, and then called them for an ETA. And whatdoyouknow- they were LOST. In MUNICH. They couldn't find Oktoberfest. IN MUNICH. It bears repeating and can't be written in lower caps. We just told them to follow the crowd. I mean, thousands of people walking in on direction is hard to miss, right? RIGHT? WRONG! Apparently, trusting a freaking GPS is better than following a million people. So, with the help of this wonderfully trustworthy GPS, the boys found themselves in Cambodia. Well, not really, but they might as well have been! Upon calling them 134th time and being told that they were "only ten minutes away," we knew that we'd see them one day, when we were grey and old. So we did what any normal women would do under these circumstances - we went and got a pretzel. The pretzel was as big as a house, but hunger levels were high, so it was demolished in no time.
An hour, I repeat, an HOUR later, the boys found us. I was ready to unleash my hour long pent up rage, but looking at their cold, wet, and sad little faces, I couldn't muster up the energy for anything more than resigned shaking of the head. That's right, they walked around for an hour in the rain, without an umbrella. Because apparently, not only do real men walk around following GPS systems that don't work, they also don't believe in the power of an umbrella.
Anyway, after giving them numerous disappointing looks, we made our way into the Paulaner tent, which was one of the bigger tents at the festival. The mood inside was - haha - very festive, with people breaking into song and dance spontaneously, and music playing everywhere:
And, guys and gals, this is where history was created.
What history, you ask? Well, this location, this tent, is where, for the first time, I had beer. Yes, you read it here first, I had beer. And it wasn't bad! Not that I'm going to line up for the next beer event, but the fact that I managed to have some beer and live to write about it is historic in it's own way. Here's a Kodak moment that captured said history:
After hanging out in the tent for nearly six hours, the five of us decided to venture out in the daylight and change locations. And this is where technology played havoc again. C, who had the power of Google Maps that led the boys the wrong way, had run out of credit on his prepaid cellphone, so as soon as we got out of the tent, he promptly got lost. Because that's what men do these days. They get lost when left unchaperoned for more than a minute.
Now, I don't know about you, but I don't think finding a white guy in a crowd of hundred thousand in Germany is exactly a piece of cake. Dev and I took control of the search and rescue operation and organized search parties among the four of us who were still standing. After a couple of hours, we decided to head back to the hotel, hoping that he'd be there. One of us had the idea to try and refill his cellphone on our own, so we finally organized an international search party by calling someone in Zurich to go to a local store and have credit added to his phone number.
Eventually, we found him, and upon asking him what he had been upto, we found out that after walking around for twenty minutes, he got hungry and went to McDonalds for some burger and fries. While we were working on a route for the search party. He was eating fries and having a McFlurry. At one point, due to my vertical challenges, I was standing on top of an overturned beer barrel to find C, while he was having a McFlurry. This is why women need to rule the world - at least we aren't distracted by food! Okay fine, I can be, but when in crisis mode, even copious amounts of pastries and chocolate wouldn't make me budge from the task at hand! Anyway, all's well that ends well, and the only way this could have ended well was with food, which it did. We went to another German restaurant, where I had the most amazing Pumpkin soup I've had! Satiated, the failed search and rescue operation of the morning was almost a distant memory. With emphasis on the world ALMOST.
On our last morning there, C, Dev, and I went on the Third Reich Tour in Munich, where we learned about the rise of Hitler, before he moved to Berlin. Here's a look at the Beer Hall where Hitler gave his first major speech:
The tour was extremely informative and educational. We walked in the footsteps of people who reshaped world history and tried to get a glimpse into life in Munich in 1933. In conclusion, the Munich trip had it all - humor, drama, suspense, and history. It was a wonderful trip with some truly awesome people - even though many of them were incapable of following instructions and hid in McDonalds during search and rescue operations :)
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