Oktoberfest: Ano, ano ano. Dva, dva dva.

Oh hey there. So, in case you didn't know, Bill and Ted took Oktoberfest this weekend, and it was filled with pretzels, feather-filled caps and pivo. Wow, wish I had made that second thing start with a p, because alliterations are awesome.

Anyway, we arrived in Munich at 11 pm on Friday, and we were very tired from all the drinking/lack of sleeping on the train. Plus our compartment had seven people and six seats. Very cozy, indeed.

Our train was named Alex, although judging from the signs all around our compartment (very Harry Potter-esque), we thought that Alex was the brand of the food cart. After our Chinese takeout, beer, wine and paprika trips were eaten, we started yelling for Alex to make a visit to our compartment. There were jokes of chocolate frogs and Bernie Bott's beans making an appearance, but what we ended up with was some overpriced chocolate and beer. We were unimpressed.

But then Colleen and I went to our hotel (courtesy of Laura and Laura). We stayed at the Marriott, which was really awesome. The beds were comfortable, so we ended up being pretty well rested when we showed up to Oktoberfest. We had to wait until noon to start drinking, because we had drank all of my pregaming beer on the bus. To be fair, I was lame and thought two beers would be enough and thought I wouldn't want to drink on the train.

Things started to look up at ten AM when Laura and Laura bought Colleen and I hats, and we braided our hair so we could fit in with the German people. Above is a terrible and equally terribly formatted picture of the two of us. I believe this was beer three. I definitely think this beer went unfinished, but I started another beer anyway. Neni problem, neni problem!

Oh, that's another thing. Oktoberfest Lindsay and Oktoberfest Colleen were badasses. We snuck into a couple of bier gartens, because they were only letting in people who spoke German. Colleen and I kept saying Dva, dva, to see if they were just weeding out the Americans, but it was all non-Germans, so we had to just run inside really fast and not look back. Please take a look at the beer position on Colleen's hat. It is almost 3/4 of the way tipped over, because after every beer, we took it and tipped it a little more to the side. By the end of the day, it was tipped all the way over. Colleen has much better pictures of us with our fake beers. Plus, she makes better captions, so I'll let her explain all.

Basically, the day was epic. I attempted to speak only in Czech and ended up just saying ano and ne and neni problem the whole day.

I'm done. Letting Colleen explain the rest! Dobry den, followers!