Oktoberfest

The Brooklynite on the Ice is right of course, demanding Oktoberfest updates. Gotta fess up though - we missed it. Might have to do with the fact that on the home stretch long distance travels and immobilizing intoxication are postponed until further notice.

Dominik landed a scoop for our weekend magazine though, getting Martin Parr to go on the prowl at the Kaefer Zelt, which is famous for being the Oktoberfest hot spot of the Munich heir and heiress scene. Photo essay came out as brillant as expected.

Otherwise all our observations were limited to the late night spill- and leftovers. After 10 PM you had to drive really slowly, so not to lose points on the slalom course between staggering drunks coming out of the dark rather suddenly. But in a mere span of five block you got to see all archetypes of conspicuous alcohol consumption - the happy barfer, the staggering stuporer, the mumbling hornyist, the keelover lady, the fist swinging part-time touretter. I guess next year we'll have to go. And be one of them.