Last Saturday my flatmates and I went to a German bar to celebrate Oktoberfest. I have to admit I didn’t know this festival, or any traditional German festival for that matter. So I wasn’t too sure what to expect. It turned out to be a great evening. I think we all had an amazing time. Once in the bar we got some beer – by the litre of course! – just to put us in the mood. There was some mix of German and American music playing in the background. The waitresses were all wearing traditional outfit. Then came the food. I had a platter of sausages. Good stuff but too much. After another few rounds of beers, things started to get a bit wild with people dancing on the tables. At some point two big men in traditional costumes started to sing some German folklore. I have no idea what they were singing about but it was a lot of fun. Anyhow, the evening progressed very smoothly thanks to the shots of alcohol we had in between the beers – man, Germans drink a lot! -. By that time I think everyone was quite drunk. Even the staff started to drink with us. I don’t quite know at what time we left but it was early in the morning. We struggled to get a cab. They were all busy. We found a pub open near by so we ordered a last round of beers to keep us waiting for the cab. At last we got one so we managed to get home. One final drink and we all went to bed tired but happy.
The moral of the story: German festivals ROCK!
