What beautiful Bavarian sunshine to wake up to!
In the courtyard before heading back to O'fest.
The night was unkind to Nico.
In case you were thinking about slurping from this fountain in the park. I wonder whether they take these signs off when all the O'fest tourists leave.
Waiting for our table reservation time to come, snappin' pics of St. Paul's.
Inside Hippodrom!
"Let me tell ya, have a SPATEN." (Nico hates Spaten, and so he always says, "Laß Dir raten, trink KEIN Spaten.)
Jim's reservation!
Grokking the Maß.
Prost!
Jim and his good, fine sister, who came all the way over to Germany to see O'fest.
Now THAT'S a pretzel. And Weißwurst.
So Nokia and Siemens had the table after us. We actually thought about sticking around and begging for internships.
Now that's a beer tent!
I didn't like Spaten before this day.
Jim bought me a cookie.
Now THAT sounds like a good time!
Like a beer-drinking cowboy.
Wearing my cookie proudly. The shirt was a big hit with the Germans, by the way.
Yeah, so people brawl at Oktoberfest. Who would have thought?
Lederhosen = domination.
Lederhosen also help your friends keep you from falling on your face.
Yes, it's empty. Please come to terms with that.
I got hungry on the way home.
This is what it felt like waiting for the tram.
