...get the Oktoberfest started...

my oh my...what a day. We were told by numerous Germans that we should get up super early and head on over to the Wiesn to stand in a queue and hope for a spot in the tents. It was rainy and cold on Saturday so we ended up only leaving the house round 9, all relaxed, and when we finally got there we walked around the Augustiner tent to a little side door, a guy checked our bags and BOOM we were in. No mission, no queue, no nothing...just a full tent of thirsty tourists. Then we missioned to find a table and again we found one quick quick and sat down and waited for the first beer. It was too much fun, we drank waaay too much, ate waaay too much and danced waaay to little.

This was our waitress, oldish lady and she can carry 10 mass...