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Mark’s version of Oktoberfest

Germans think it’s a good idea to let people shoot fake guns after consuming large quantities of alcohol.

Full Disclosure:

  1. This is Mark’s version of Oktoberfest – I haven’t read Susan’s account. This will be fun to see how we match up on our stories!
  2. Most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
  3. You will see duplicate photos from Susan’s version – she used mine

Mark’s abridged version of Oktoberfest

Drink, drink, drink, eat a chicken; drink, drink, play carnival games; drink, drink, eat a brat, go to bed

Mark’s full version of Oktoberfest

I knew this day wouldn’t be like any other day in Munich – it was sunny!  We had pretty much a week of cold and damp weather before Thursday when our Oktoberfest reservations rolled around.  Susan and I went over early to the Oktoberfest grounds (no, not to drink) to buy a souvenir stein that our lovely German friends were gracious enough to take back to Heidelberg for us.  We will recover it, along with some clothes we leave in Heidelberg, next summer sometime.  We, along with the girl selling the stein, about had a heart attack, when the opening bell screeched at 10 a.m. to announce that the grounds were officially open!

pschorr brauosl tent

This is the tent we had reservations for in the afternoon.

We had a reservation for 30 people at the Pschorr Braurosl tent.  Due to unforeseen issues, some people couldn’t make it.  We had 22 people at our 3 tables – 15 Americans and 7 Germans.  That meant we had an additional 8 * 2 = 16 beer tickets to use.  We wondered if they would go to waste but any guesses if they went to waste?  We added a couple of extra people the night before at Schneider Weiss, Dan & Debbie from Minnesota, to join us at Oktoberfest.  It was easy to pick them up, we just mentioned beer!  OK, they are friends of Chris and Janet and we knew they’d join us but they were new to our group.

We (the Americans) arrived at the tent at 11:30 and found our table with no problem.  The only issue we ran into that day was our 3 tables were spilt between 2 waitresses.  One waitress had 2 tables and the other waitress had 1 table.  John committed a mortal sin and ordered his first beer from waitress number 1 and his second beer from waitress number 2.  John was summarily berated, spanked, and given a wedgie by waitress #1.  OK, I am a bit foggy on the wedgie.   We were then told to order only from the table where you ordered your first beer. Fear of the wedgie, we didn’t make the same mistake as John.

Our German friends, led by Bettina, made it to the tent around 11:45.  What took them so long?  They had been in the Lowenbrau tent queuing up!  The roar of the Lion was the giveaway they were in the wrong tent.  At 11:30, BTW, the drinking hadn’t started!  Not for us at least, but maybe the Germans started early!?!  If you are keeping score, it’s Americans 1 – Germans 0.

A tent in the afternoon

A tent in the afternoon – not crowded yet

Being the afternoon session, the tent starts off quiet and is not very crowded.  As the afternoon wore on, the tent started to get busier and noisier.  People in our group moved around to different tables so people had a chance to speak with everyone during the session and spend time with each other.  No fights started in the tent, so that was good.

As the session got later in the afternoon, people started ordering their chickens (Remember, you get a ½ chicken with your voucher).  Here’s how they cook all those chickens.  This was one of maybe 6 stations that just cooked chickens.

Chickens cooking

Lots of chickens needed to be roasted.

People also consumed more beer as the day progressed – shocker.  The operation to clean, fill, and serve the beer is impressive.  Again, this was just one of several stations in the tent.

Beer glass washing station

Beer glass washing station – one of at least 5 or 6

Where would we be without the vendors?  People came by, selling pretzels, hats, t-shirts, snuff, and desserts.  At some point Justin decided he need a Chicken hat and, yes, the legs do move!  The hat made it around the table with plenty of photos.  I believe I have a video of people wearing the hat and dancing.  If I find it, I will post it!   Justin also decided that I needed a traditional Bavarian hat, so he bought me a hat.  The hat immediately made me more dashing and I immediately became fluent in German – “Ich kenne diese Leute nicht, sie haben mich einfach gebeten, mit ihnen zu sitzen. Es tat mir leid für sie, also sagte ich ja.”

Hat lady with all her hats

The hat lady sells a variety of hats. (Thanks to Dave S. for the picture.)

Wearing lederhosen

Justin wearing one of the hats.

Thanks, Justin, for the hat.  I got a lot of compliments on the hat.

Franziska (Bettina’s daughter) bought some tobacco snuff and peppermint snuff; as they say, when in Rome….  I tried both and can attest both open your sinuses.  I did have peppermint several more times that day from unknown Germans.

Fast forward to the end of the session … you can guess a lot of beer was consumed during the afternoon.  Justin commented that he knew, now, how all the people we had seen over the last several nights who were passed out, were puking, or were so drunk they could barely stand could reach that state.  He said “if you were at Oktoberfest from beginning to end, you could be pretty drunk”.  Enough said.

Trumpeter on balcony

The trumpeter played from the balcony to signal the end of the session

The trumpeter played his song to conclude the session and at that point people scattered like cockroaches when the light comes on.  We didn’t see most of our group until the next morning.  We aren’t sure what happened.  We ended up with our German friends and going to the carnival part of the Oktoberfest – great!

Here’s the list of games I played and the results (Remember, this is my memory of Oktoberfest).

Strongman Game (think sledgehammer and bell) – 3 attempts

  1. Swing and a miss – I had that hammer cocked over my head for a good 2 minutes (I swear) and the whole time I am thinking “Don’t miss the target. Don’t miss the target. Don’t miss the target – shit!”
  2. Rang that bell – I won a little horn.
  3. Not sure, I swear I hit the bell again.

Shooting game – yep, my comment at the beginning about Germans and shooting after drinking – I had 12 shots.  These guns shoot BB’s, but haven’t they seen Christmas Story and the Red Rider BB gun?

  1. Summary – I hit pieces of the target, but instead of moving on to the next target, I just kept shooting at the same target until it shattered. If you’re confused about why I was confused about the rules of the game,  read the part above about drinking for 5½ hours.  That said, I hit 10 at least parts of 10 of 12, if that counts.

Franziska did the Strongman Game and hit the bell 3 times in a row!  I think she even knocked the bell off on her third try.  Her and her dad, Hermann, blasted most of the targets.  BTW, they showed up later than everyone else to the Pschorr-Braurosl tent so they had an unfair advantage on me.

I’ll give this round to the Germans.  Americans 1 – Germans 1

After games of chance our German friends did some “traditional German rides”.  One was for 2 people where you stood in the cage and tried to get the cage to go in a circle.  They also rode a ride that went in circles; see my FAQ page about vomit-inducing rides.

Mark and Bettina on the traditional German ride

Mark and Bettina on the traditional German ride – slightly out of focus.

I rode one “traditional German” ride. The only way to describe it is spinning top, upside down, without the point.  The object is spin around and try to stay on as long as possible.  The announcer called for people 45 and over to do the ride.  Bettina and I both rode it.  I didn’t win that one, but didn’t vomit either.  So, a win in my book!

Since everyone was getting a bit parched by this time, we all stopped at the Champagne booth to have a glass of bubbly.  At that point our German friends left and we met up with John, Deanna, Hans, his cousin Mark, and Mark’s friends at a wine tent.  The wine tents are much smaller than a beer tent. Weinzelt seats 2,500 people.  We had the table until 8:30 and had a little wine.

Evening in a tent

Spaten tent toward the end of the evening in the middle of the week.

At some point we got separated from Mark and his friends, but found them again at the Spaten tent around 9:00.  Of course, we heard “Sweet Caroline” while we were there.  The Spaten tent was fairly crowded and noisy.  It was fun as we got to meet and talk with new German friends.  We stayed there until it closed at 10:30. I bought a brat on the way back to the hotel and went to bed.

I must give Dave and Justin the award for Best spirit of Oktoberfest!

BTW, no beer tickets went unused.

I want to thank everyone who came to Oktoberfest to celebrate the start of our Around the World adventure.  It means everything to us to have such good friends to celebrate with.  Thank you again!

As Bettina says “same tent, same time next year”.  Are you in!?!


  1. JB

    am not surprised it took you an extra week or so to get your version on this account. You did well.

  2. Justin

    You are welcome for the hat – and I can’t wait until the two shall meet again!!!! Legs a flyin’, tops a’floppin

    Thanks for putting this together!!!!

  3. Shawna

    This is great! When people ask me where I learned to party so hard, I show them this post…my uncle Mark!

  4. Deanna

    Great post about a fun day.

  5. michelle hett

    Ummm, no mention of the third nationality present; the Brit! or is that preparing me for Brexit!

    1. Susan (Post author)

      We lumped you in with the Americans, I guess, or the Germans – you pick!


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