drunken Germans and locals doing the chicken dance ,
and a walk thru the big Wursthalle playing traditional German waltz and polkas .
The crew was Ashley, the docta, Mike Driz, Mr Brad, and the Bobmeister.
Hanging out in the Gross Zelt, we listened to Die Fröhliche Dorfmusik, an extremely talented group, catching a picture of them playing the 'Clarinet Polka', an amazing number by all means. Nothing like harmonizing clarinets.
Next was Wursthalle, I think the one in Munich is literally 50 times bigger! Mike D said I had more cheese on my face than in the last year he's seen me. Something my cyborg German heritage a$$ hanging out in the middle of it all, soakin' it all in. Kraut and Brautwurst in one hand, Warsteiner Dark in the other.
Then after 20 minutes of convincing Mike D's homophobic a$$, we rode on the Ferris Wheel which was a blast. Mr scared of heights was 'O Sh*tting' the entire time, and then a stop at the top of the wheel yielded this picture of the human ants.
We know Doc had a few, because he was singing with me in the car on the way home, that's usually the job left to me and my lispy voice. And didn't hear Ashley, out like a burnt out bulb she was.
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