Guten morgan, mien herr und frau!
In a miracle unseen since Lazarus got the deposit back on his shroud, my long-suffering wife has tentatively agreed that I may attend Oktoberfest in 2019.
(To understand why this is as remarkable as Iceland Air getting somewhere on time (you bastards!), I should mention that at the LAST Oktoberfest I attended (in 1993), I slammed two liters of Marzen and proceeded to serenade my fellow Oktoberfest-ists with a song that I made up on the spot. The words to this muse-and-beer-inspired ballad are lost to history, but the lusty chorus of "I - fly - der Stuka!" is long-remembered by both my friends, who got kicked out with me, and my wife, who swore she'd withhold certain wifely things if I even breathed the word 'Oktoberfest' again. Apparently time, and my promise not to do the Chicken Dance or mention dive-bombers, heals all wounds).
Ok, so now on to the reason I'm bothering you lot with this post: due to certain contractually-obligated conditions put forth by my wife (which includes time in Bruges and other locations in and about Europe), I've only got two full days in Munich: Friday and Saturday. Now, I know I have a Papist's chance in Wittenberg of scoring anything but dirty looks on Saturday, but might Friday at around noon be a possibility for grabbing a table without waiting? I'm not asking for the Moon and stars here, merely a plate of curry wurst, 1/2 chicken, brockwurst, schnitzel, saurkraut, more curry wurst, one of them big ol' novelty pretzels, saeubraten, maybe some more curry wurst and petite helping of Germany's famous hops soda. I'm willing to sign paperwork stating that I will 1. behave, and 2. not repeat what Berlusconi said about Angela Merkel that one time, in order to achieve this goal.
Also, is Augsburg pretty nice? I was thinking of staying there to avoid the extortion from hotels in Munich. I figure I can walk to the train, or whatever the railed system is called there, take it to Munich, attend Der Fest, and then pray to Dionysus that I can somehow find my way back again after zu viel bier. I mean, how hard can it be?
Finally, if you have any advise, do's-or-don'ts, amusing anecdotes, or ways to pass as Canadian should things go off the rails, I'm all ears.
Danke schoen!
-- Mike Beebe