Day 14-15: Feeling Very German Today
And by German I mean very very very drunk. Sorry for the delay in posting, we have been in Nice, France and everything is closed on the weekend. Le sigh. I will get to the drunkeness in a few minutes, but first we must have some flashbacks.
FLASHBACK!!!
Football Pitch in the Bathroom:
Berlin had some interesting ways of getting ready for the World Cup. For instance the urinals in the bathrooms were particularly festive. There was a green "pitch" with a white goal in the bottom of the urinal. That would be enough to be worthy of note, but they took it a step further and had a little soccer ball hanging from the cross bar of the goal. If you pee on the ball you can knock it up into upper 90. It was pretty sweet.
German Boobs:
We were in Berlin for Germany's quarterfinal game when the beat Argentina in PK's. As we had mentioned before things got a bit crazy afterward. We were walking around enjoying the festivities when Ted asked, "Les, how could this get any better?" I merely pointed to our right and a couple of very good looking topless girls were getting painted and taking picutres with fans. Ted: "Ok, now how does it get any better?"
...
Seriously Whitney doesn't understand.
...
Praha Kitten:
We were in Praha's subway catching the a train when there was this backapacker with a dog. Upon closer inspection this guy had a small kitten sitting on top of his backpack. The little things was climbing all over the top of the pack under and over the straps and in genral was just about one of the coolest things ever, so said Ted. Afterward, Ted proceeded to prance with ponies, make crowns of daisies and talk to all of the woodland creatures.
END FLASHBACKS!!!
Ok, the last day in Munich was a bit hectic. We hit 6 beer halls and tried for 7. We darnk in 5 of them and were incredibly drunk out of our damn minds. Here is a bulleted list of our day.
- Breakfast in the market- chicken noodle soup, pretzel, and a beer at 10:30. Counts as a beerhall actually, since we sat at the beer hall and drank beer there.
Paulaner for me and Ted
- Rain. Shitty shitty rain.
- Beerhall two - Augustiner Keller
Augustiner Dunkel - L and T
Augustiner Weissbier - LAugustiner Weissbeir Dunkel - T
-Beerhall drei - Lowenbrau Keller
Franziskaner Weissbier - L
Franziskaner Weissbier Dunkel - T
- Beerhall 4 - Andech's am Dom
Andech's Doppelboch Dunkel - L and T
- Beerhall V - Weiss Brauhaus (original weiss beer)
Schneider Weisse -L
Aventinus Weizenstarkbier (8%) - T
Aventinus Weizen Eisbock (12%) - 2/3 L and 1/3 T
Note: the above eisbock f'ed us up something fierce.
- Beerhall the actual last - Hofbrauhaus
Weisswurst
Sat with some Canadian military guys. Pretty cool. They clapped as all of the pretty ladies walked by.
- Beerhall the attempted last - Seehaus in the English Gardens
Closed.
Probably a good things since we were drunk out our gourds. Ted's colon (not ruptured by a horse) seemed to not take kindly to the large quatities of delicious beer in it. We stumbled the few miles back to the hostel.
Sleep up at 7:30 to catch our flight to Nice.
When we got to Nice (which was nice) we had to wait for Whitney to get in. That entailed vegging out on the benches for damn near 6 hours. But it was worth it since we now have someone who actually speaks the languauge of the country we are in. We got to the hotel and the guy at the front desk was being ... well ... French. They messed up our rooms yelled at Whitney and were generally unpleasant. And they smelled. Of cabbage. Small hands too. The room was TINY. Hilariously tiny.
We came to terms with our living quarters, well I came to terms with it, Whitney was still a bit upset and looked as if she wanted to declare war on the guy in the front desk. He probably would have thrown his hands up and run away in the face of the small nation of Whitney. That night we just wandered around and of course it ended up raining. Bed. Snooooooooooore. <- that was Ted.
Quotes(s) of the day:
T (on the plane to Nice): Might want to start boning up on your French ... if you know what I mean.
(In the Nice airport there were information ladies rollerskating around the terminal)
T: Should we ask the rollerskating information wench what the cool kids do for fun in the airport for five hours?
T: Hey Les, slide your bed into the guest room and out of the den. (This meant 3 inches to the right.)
FLASHBACK!!!
Football Pitch in the Bathroom:
Berlin had some interesting ways of getting ready for the World Cup. For instance the urinals in the bathrooms were particularly festive. There was a green "pitch" with a white goal in the bottom of the urinal. That would be enough to be worthy of note, but they took it a step further and had a little soccer ball hanging from the cross bar of the goal. If you pee on the ball you can knock it up into upper 90. It was pretty sweet.
German Boobs:
We were in Berlin for Germany's quarterfinal game when the beat Argentina in PK's. As we had mentioned before things got a bit crazy afterward. We were walking around enjoying the festivities when Ted asked, "Les, how could this get any better?" I merely pointed to our right and a couple of very good looking topless girls were getting painted and taking picutres with fans. Ted: "Ok, now how does it get any better?"
...
Seriously Whitney doesn't understand.
...
Praha Kitten:
We were in Praha's subway catching the a train when there was this backapacker with a dog. Upon closer inspection this guy had a small kitten sitting on top of his backpack. The little things was climbing all over the top of the pack under and over the straps and in genral was just about one of the coolest things ever, so said Ted. Afterward, Ted proceeded to prance with ponies, make crowns of daisies and talk to all of the woodland creatures.
END FLASHBACKS!!!
Ok, the last day in Munich was a bit hectic. We hit 6 beer halls and tried for 7. We darnk in 5 of them and were incredibly drunk out of our damn minds. Here is a bulleted list of our day.
- Breakfast in the market- chicken noodle soup, pretzel, and a beer at 10:30. Counts as a beerhall actually, since we sat at the beer hall and drank beer there.
Paulaner for me and Ted
- Rain. Shitty shitty rain.
- Beerhall two - Augustiner Keller
Augustiner Dunkel - L and T
Augustiner Weissbier - LAugustiner Weissbeir Dunkel - T
-Beerhall drei - Lowenbrau Keller
Franziskaner Weissbier - L
Franziskaner Weissbier Dunkel - T
- Beerhall 4 - Andech's am Dom
Andech's Doppelboch Dunkel - L and T
- Beerhall V - Weiss Brauhaus (original weiss beer)
Schneider Weisse -L
Aventinus Weizenstarkbier (8%) - T
Aventinus Weizen Eisbock (12%) - 2/3 L and 1/3 T
Note: the above eisbock f'ed us up something fierce.
- Beerhall the actual last - Hofbrauhaus
Weisswurst
Sat with some Canadian military guys. Pretty cool. They clapped as all of the pretty ladies walked by.
- Beerhall the attempted last - Seehaus in the English Gardens
Closed.
Probably a good things since we were drunk out our gourds. Ted's colon (not ruptured by a horse) seemed to not take kindly to the large quatities of delicious beer in it. We stumbled the few miles back to the hostel.
Sleep up at 7:30 to catch our flight to Nice.
When we got to Nice (which was nice) we had to wait for Whitney to get in. That entailed vegging out on the benches for damn near 6 hours. But it was worth it since we now have someone who actually speaks the languauge of the country we are in. We got to the hotel and the guy at the front desk was being ... well ... French. They messed up our rooms yelled at Whitney and were generally unpleasant. And they smelled. Of cabbage. Small hands too. The room was TINY. Hilariously tiny.
We came to terms with our living quarters, well I came to terms with it, Whitney was still a bit upset and looked as if she wanted to declare war on the guy in the front desk. He probably would have thrown his hands up and run away in the face of the small nation of Whitney. That night we just wandered around and of course it ended up raining. Bed. Snooooooooooore. <- that was Ted.
Quotes(s) of the day:
T (on the plane to Nice): Might want to start boning up on your French ... if you know what I mean.
(In the Nice airport there were information ladies rollerskating around the terminal)
T: Should we ask the rollerskating information wench what the cool kids do for fun in the airport for five hours?
T: Hey Les, slide your bed into the guest room and out of the den. (This meant 3 inches to the right.)
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