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- Kristi
- The Boy, 2 Muttleys and I have finally realized our dream of living 1 mile from the Lindt Chocolate Factory. Leaving Atlanta (the World of Coke) for Zurich (the World of Chocolate) hasn't come without challenges, incredible fun or giggles. Follow along as I chronicle our adventures as we acclimate to this new Swiss lifestyle.
Friday, October 15, 2010
In Heaven There is No Beer...
That's why we drink it here...
and when we're gone from here...
all our friends will be drinking all our beer...
My Grandfather taught me three things:
1. The above drinking song
2. A passion for cured meats
3. Alligators live in basements (even in Western New York where they aren't indigenous)
Our recent trip to Oktoberfest fulfilled a lifelong dream of mine to sing this song with 10,000+ drunk people, all of which appreciate and celebrate it as much as I do. For me, it symbolizes a family tradition and while at first glance it may have seemed irresponsible of my Grandfather to teach his Grandchildren a beer song before they could walk in a straight line, it was one of the few traditions we had...and I loved it. Little did we know that learning to sing it while walking in an infant-like diagonal was childhood imitating adulthood.
Minus the insane crowds, the grabby guys and piles of spew, Oktoberfest was the biggest and baddest (bad as in good) party I have ever been to.
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| "Here" being the Hofbrau Haus Tent in Munich |
and when we're gone from here...
all our friends will be drinking all our beer...
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| We can't have that! |
Ein Prosit, Ein Prosit...der Gemuetlichkeit! Ein Prosit, Ein Proooosit, der Gemuetlichkeit...
Ein, Zwei, Drei, Peas and Carrots...zigga zagga zigga zagga OYE OYE OYE!
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| Why thank you Mr. Wall |
1. The above drinking song
2. A passion for cured meats
3. Alligators live in basements (even in Western New York where they aren't indigenous)
Our recent trip to Oktoberfest fulfilled a lifelong dream of mine to sing this song with 10,000+ drunk people, all of which appreciate and celebrate it as much as I do. For me, it symbolizes a family tradition and while at first glance it may have seemed irresponsible of my Grandfather to teach his Grandchildren a beer song before they could walk in a straight line, it was one of the few traditions we had...and I loved it. Little did we know that learning to sing it while walking in an infant-like diagonal was childhood imitating adulthood.
Minus the insane crowds, the grabby guys and piles of spew, Oktoberfest was the biggest and baddest (bad as in good) party I have ever been to.
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3 comments:
My grandpa used to make us beer pancakes for breakfast. Really quite delicious, especially with butter and maple syrup. I so want to hit up that party next year. Do you think they'll have beer pancakes?
Caitie - Great question. I didn't see anything like that but then again I wasn't looking for it. There are tons of food vendors selling meat on bones (which look like they came from Dino the Dinosaur) and many other tasty treats. My guess would be yes but only because the whole city seemed to be drenched in beer. I bet if you ordered pancakes, someone would pass by and spill beer on them but that probably isn't exactly what you are looking for ;)
I've been to that Hofbrau house in Munich, though it was not Oktoberfest. I think, if memory serves, I stole some steins from there.
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