Ocoberfest
Octoberfest - where it's always beer o'clock. I know, it's the end of December, but I only just got around to writing again, so shut up and listen.
Anyway, I got my arse into gear and actually went this year. I figured since it was within walking distance I had run out of excuses for not going. Now something you should know about the Octoberfest in Australia. No-one cares. They just show up because you get cheap beer and a nice glass stein that says "Octoberfest" to keep. (You're welcome to keep the beer too, but most people give it back by the end of the night).
So when I got there they'd run out of beer steins. "But we have plastic cups".
What the...? I'm not a freshman playing juvenile drinking games, hoping to get lucky with the first girl that passes out. Well, I'm not a freshman anyway. I want a glass cup. I'm a big boy now. I felt like I was one step above getting a sipper mug with a picture of Winnie the Pooh on the side.
Admittedly 14 beers later, I didn't give a rat's arse. And the crap music they were trying to pass off as german beer songs was even starting to sound half decent. (Note to organisers: Making the band wear lederhosen does not make them German).
Then tragedy struck - "Sorry, sir. We're out of beer."
OUT OF BEER?!?!
That's like going to Amsterdam and finding out they're out of Marajuana. Or going to a brothel and finding the hookers went home early.
"We're out of beer, but we still have cider"
"We're out of marajuana but we still have nicotine gum."
"And here's a Playboy."
Idiots.
Anyway, I got my arse into gear and actually went this year. I figured since it was within walking distance I had run out of excuses for not going. Now something you should know about the Octoberfest in Australia. No-one cares. They just show up because you get cheap beer and a nice glass stein that says "Octoberfest" to keep. (You're welcome to keep the beer too, but most people give it back by the end of the night).
So when I got there they'd run out of beer steins. "But we have plastic cups".
What the...? I'm not a freshman playing juvenile drinking games, hoping to get lucky with the first girl that passes out. Well, I'm not a freshman anyway. I want a glass cup. I'm a big boy now. I felt like I was one step above getting a sipper mug with a picture of Winnie the Pooh on the side.
Admittedly 14 beers later, I didn't give a rat's arse. And the crap music they were trying to pass off as german beer songs was even starting to sound half decent. (Note to organisers: Making the band wear lederhosen does not make them German).
Then tragedy struck - "Sorry, sir. We're out of beer."
OUT OF BEER?!?!
That's like going to Amsterdam and finding out they're out of Marajuana. Or going to a brothel and finding the hookers went home early.
"We're out of beer, but we still have cider"
"We're out of marajuana but we still have nicotine gum."
"And here's a Playboy."
Idiots.