Nico almost got thrown in the slow part of the Eisbach. Fortunately for him, he can squeeze his thighs together pretty hard.
Yes, more pictures. Deal with it.
This is the main gate. That red and yellow building is where good ol' Jim reserved a table for us, back in May 2007.
So convenient. But I'd rather be at Oktoberfest.
Afternoon break, post-soccer. Needed to drink cheap beer at home before going back to the O'fest for more.
This is how we felt all night.
The night was more fun than it looks here.
Told ya.
We found a table! We had to stand around and build rapport for an hour before this happened. No reservations. Bitchin'.
This is Ke, our main man. He's lived in Bavaria for five years, so he wears the Lederhosen and the honeys flock to him.
OK, so our table wasn't inside a tent. Whatever. It was still fun.
That's a LOT of empty glasses, especially at a liter each.
I wasn't the only one snapping pictures!
It is so freaking easy to talk German when you're drinking.
Not drunk yet.
The tables across from us.
Face muscles don't do that when I'm speaking English, that's for damn sure. (Please someone confirm this.)
There is a party underway.
Nico is ever the man. Sometimes the squinty man.
California Polytechnical Institute knows how to rock the O'Fest.
I have no idea who this is and I'm pretty sure I didn't take this picture.
Someone else was clearly holding the camera.
In case you can't tell, that guy listens to metal. A lot of metal.
He also paints noses blue.
Ke. Lederhosen. Honeys. Inseparable. Inexplicable.
He could be holding a guitar in this pic, you don't know.
We eventually ran out of money and had to leave our table. Or maybe we just started wandering around and gradually migrated away from it. It doesn't matter, because obviously we were very happy.
Yes, my nose is blue. It happens.
Nobody knew where Carl was at the end of the night, but on the walk back home we found him all bloody, because he'd fallen somewhere.
Franzi carried Carl home. He bled on her hair.
