Oktoberfest

Last night about 6:00 we went out to Oktoberfest to check out the scenery and grab some dinner. We knew it would be hard to get into a tent (where all the drinking goes on) so we planned to go early Sunday for that. Saturday night of Oktoberfest was madness ... people everywhere, like a hundred thousand easy. We passed many stumbling their way out and many sleeping it off on the grass on our way in. We found our bratwurst and decided to call it a night. We made it back to the hotel and were in bed about 9:00.
We woke up early to head over to Oktoberfest and get in line at one of the tents. What a difference in the scenery. They hosed down the walkways, cleared out all the trash. The sun was shining and we ready to enjoy the festivities. The tents open at 9:00 and we got in line about 8:45. We weren't really sure of the process, but we stumbled our way through it and got a table inside. It was much easier than we expected. Seated by 9:00 and drinking by 9:15. When in Rome (or Munich), right? The beer was surprisingly good. I was worried I would have to force it down. But unfortunately, that was not the case. We ordered some bratwurst with sauerkraut and mustard. We got the food about halfway through our first (very large) beer. The food was great. A nice group of Germans joined us, one man with them was American. His wife is German and they live in Florida but come visit her family in Munich often. It was very nice sitting with them and enjoying the atmosphere. Tim ordered our second round and the drinking continued. About 12:30 it hit me ... I was one and a half beers (did I say they were giant?) into Oktoberfest and suddenly not feeling so hot. I went to the restroom, didn't get sick there, but sort of lost track of time and the wife of the American we were sitting with came to check on me. I told her I was fine (I wasn't), I got myself together, washed up and headed out. I hadn't gotten sick yet, but knew it was coming. Tim was waiting outside of the restrooms at this point, I found him and told him we were leaving. He went back to the table got his bag and beer and we left the tent. As soon as we walk outside, I felt it coming up. Blech. Puked (just a small amount) and took a step or two, then blech. Puked again. Tim then tells me of the 50 Euro fine for taking the beer mug (which he has in his hand) outside of the tent. I told him to pour it out and put it in the bag. Lucky for both of us I got sick when I did b/c if we had continued to drink I'm certain it would have been worse. We made the long trek back to the hotel and crashed. I'm not certain what time it was when we got back to the room, but it was probably close to 2:00pm. We had talked earlier about coming to the hotel & taking a short nap and then going back out. Well, when I woke up it was 7:20pm. I told Tim to "get up" it was 7:30! He must have been in some sort of Paulaner induced coma, because he was completely confused as to the time. He told me he was waiting on me at 5:30. So, I asked him why he didn't wake me up??? I remembered that Tim did wake up that morning at 5:30am, so I said it's 7:30 PM, Tim! He thought I was messing with him. He THEN went on to tell me that he just had this crazy dream about things that happened at Oktoberfest. He really thought it was 7:30am. Everything he recalled wasn't a dream, but what really happened. Too funny. Ahh, good times.