For as much bier was drank and as hard as we partied the day before, we all felt considerably decent after some water and food. It was 4pm and we decided to go back to the Weisn for round 2. After all, we flew 5,000 miles to be here!
The evening started at the Haufbrahaus. By this point we knew our way around it well & knew we would like the bier.
Above is a picture of Robb's "shoulder contest" with a random woman at Haufbrau.
After 2 maß's we were ready for some dinner and to see some other tents. We ventured over to the Paulaner tent where we were approached by 2 German girls selling bier tickets at a discounted price. Dan and Robb bought 2 and we entered Paulaner the Paulaner tent.
After pushing through the crowd we finally found a waitress and were told the tickets weren't good there! They were for another Tent called "Hacker". Looks like we are going to need to visit that tent and have a 4th Maß in a bit, after all, we can't waste these bier tickets.
We spent 45 mins or so in Paulaner and went over to Hacker. Hacker was a locals place as it was all in German and extremely crowded. Crowded beyond any comprehension of safety or fire code in the USA. So crowded that the temperature inside was hot from all the body heat. We drank our 4th Maß, ate some dinner and went back to the Haufbrau tent.
We spent the next 2 hours at Haufbrau (until they closed it at 10:30).
Tonight the band was playing mostly American songs from the 70's, 80's and 90's, all in silly German accents.
We sang along like fools, still toasting our maß's @ every "Ein Prosit" song and every time someone would yell "PROST!"
Blow up costume on HB stage.
At this point we were 5 maß's in and knew the words to every song they played and if we didn't. We made up our own version.
They played a series of AC/DC hits, Michael Jackson, John Denver, Gloria Gaynor, 99 Luftballoons and then it happened.....
"We are the world.... We are the children...." The entire tent erupted in chorus and we laughed and laughed. The Germans knew every word and they loved it.
Guy on right was from south Florida. We spent some time with their group late in the evening.
Of course there was Maß stacking.
Around this time Dan took his train to sleepy town (Choo-Choo!) and headed back.
We followed a large group of people out of the festival on foot. We didn't know where we were going, but we weren't staying here.
We bought bottles of bier from a street cart vendor outside and followed the crowd.
About 10 minutes later we heard a commotion happening behind us. We stopped to see what was happening and realized it was a drunken fight. As quickly as we realized what was going on, security (Policie) ran in and split it up. The men scattered on foot and one of the guys involved barreled into me. He literally slammed me like a football player attempting a tackle. Not purposely, it's just the way it happened. Some how I managed to stay standing, but the impact took out a few ladies near us, the man who hit me fell, Jon fell, and the hardest knock went to Robb.
We all helped each other up, but Robb stayed quiet for a moment. He was the last to get up. Jon and a few local guys helped to stand Robb as he said, "What just happened?" Robb had been briefly knocked unconscious by the fall. A lady asked if he wanted paramedics, and his first reaction was yes, but after checking himself out for a moment he determined he was okay.
(Robb was sore from this for the rest of the trip & had a sweet bruise on his hip the size of a softball.)
After the "knock out event" we continued walking with the crowd.
We soon heard a crowd of people gathered around a guy playing the guitar. I guess we were in the mood to keep singing & drinking because that's exactly what we did. For at least 10 songs we stood in a large group singing along, jumping and dancing. I want to believe the guitar player was talented, but honestly after 5 Maß & a pint everything sounds good.
After leaving the guitar crowd we decided to have a late dinner prior to heading in for the night. We found an Italian place that was still open, crowded and serving dinner. I had some awesome lasagna and of course, another Maß.
While eating the guitarist from outside came in. Jon invited him to sit with us and bought him dinner. I can't remember his name, but he was a really appreciative and friendly guy from London who was passing through Münich, living in his van. He shared stories of his travels and counted the money he had earned playing tonight. It was almost 200€ in coins. Not bad for a homeless guy!
After the guitarist left, Jon brought in a random Irish straggler named Johnny. I don't know what this guy was wanted for in Ireland but he would not share and was very serious that his crimes were severe and he could never return. It's probably best that he didn't share.
I wish you well Johnny, you paranoid little Irish man!
We returned to the hotel around 3am. Didn't mean for it to get so late, and even after all the maß's we drank, none of us were nearly as intoxicated as the night before.
Oktoberfest day 2 was a success!
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