Wies'n 2005 München

I want YOU to read my story of Wies'n 2005!

It involves three main characters: J (that's me), Chris (meine Mutter) und Ozz (der Mann mit der Kartoffelsalat in seinen Lederhosen!).

In the beginning, there was a ??#$@^$*^%@&, let's just cut to right before the escalator bit where the next picture takes place. We took the S-Bahn (Riems) to the Hauptbahnhof (Central Train Station for the students out there) and as soon as we walk out onto the platform (Gleis auf Deutsch) what do I see but a Grade-A certified *Toby Keith Mullet*. This of course caught me and my Mullet-hunting photographers off-guard and these were the best we could pull off. . .










So we're on our way to Theresienwiese using the time-tested method of following the crowd. After 300 or 400 yards I began to get a funny feeling that we were with a bunch of other people who didn't know where they were going. Sidenote: This may have been my 4th Wies'n in four years, but I haven't navigated the city on foot since 1998. So we finally make it to Wies'n at the entrance directly across from the huge statue of Bavaria with her crown, sword and trusty pet lion and what did I then see? Of course, here they are....










After all of that excitement, it was time to sit down and have a nice cold Maß and some Kasespätzle. Sitting down at Wies'n, as some of you may know, is requires an extreme amount of patience, assertiveness and language skills. We get there around 11:15 am on the second weekend and every single tent (including outside areas) are completely full. I expected this, so we trot around a couple tents and arrive at the outside of the Paulaner Festzelt. My plan, stand there and scout out tables for people leaving or those who look like they might give some room all the while staying out of the way of the waitresses. 30 minutes goes by with nobody moving and flat out refusing to give any room.

Like a Bavarian guardian angel comes Renate, a waitress in whose area we were standing around with puppy dog eyes. She asks us if we need a place to sit and I don't hesitate to blurt out "Ja, natürlich, bitte, bitte." She leads us over to a table right next to her station which has 5 rowdy Italians sitting at it sharing three Maß between them. I've heard the stories about rowdy Italians at Wies'n and now we'd find out for real what they're like. Btw, here is our wonderful waitress Renate, and Renate, well, she runs a tight Ship. She was militant about people sitting and not drinking. If she saw that, you were gone. In her words, "You sit, you drink. You not drink, you go!!"

Renate, she runs a tight ship.

This brings the story up to about 12:30 pm on Saturday. More about the crazy Italians, Bavarians and Ameri-Sardinians to follow. Pfiagood, J