My idea: Celebrate my 30th birthday in Munich, Germany with whomever wished to be there. The trip to Oktoberfest would combine my three favorite things: Drunken fun, travel, and chicks galore. So much for number 3. The journey came through without a hitch, although I wish more people could have gone. Eternal thanks to those who did celebrate with me: Mike, Jennifer, and Anthony.

Please follow my magical picture tour of Oktoberfest and Munich by clicking on the hyper links. After you click, you will see the picture described by the caption. The tour is in chronological order. At least, as much of the chronology as I can remember. As a special bonus, you will also see pictures of beautiful Salzburg, Austria.

Here I am in the Lowenbrau tent. This picture was taken by an internet cam 1 hr. after we entered the tent. I scoped out the position of the cam for days at bavaria.com. Props to Andrew for emailing me a copy. This photo is out of order, but I think a good place to start.

Here I am on the plane, waking up after a very restful 3 or 4 hours of sleep, just enough to get my drunk on.

This is the entrance to the hotel/flop house/drunk tank. It is only two blocks from the Munich Hauptbahnhof and one block from Café Schiller aka "The bar that would not close."

I am now pumping up the air mattress that Anthony and Mike slept on for most of the trip. This is not beer-related, but it is prepartion for successful passing out.

In the distance you can see a Catholic church. I'm not sure what goes on in those types of places, but I am sure that they didn't have any beer for sale.

This is Jennifer kicking it in the Lowenbrau tent. She's sitting at the table with the German Air Force guys who had my back, saving me from Angry Lederhosen Guy (not pictured).

This is inside the Lowenbrau Tent. The Air Force guys are standing on the table singing. I think they were drunk. I can't remember because I was drunk.

These are horsies that pulled the Hofbrau Tent's beer kegs. The kegs were actually empties. I saw the horsies take a crap on the ground. It was probably the most sanitary thing about Oktoberfest.

The aforementioned kegs. (I am drooling as I type this.)

This is Jennifer with a very friendly, polite, well-mannered, and in-no-way-creepy German gentleman. In fact, he was so polite, he did not try to kiss (twice).

Gib mir einen Kuss!

Jennifer locking arms during a drinking song. You can see Anthony in the right hand corner, wondering why the hell everyone is touching each other.

This is Anthony and the German Air Force guys that were more than happy to party with Americans.

Now in the middle right of this picture, you can see the fearsome lederhosen Fritz (in happier times) that threatened me. Here's his threat: "You have minutes! It is better that you go now!" All because I was slapping his girlfriend's ass in time with the music. I didn't mean anything by it. Sheesh, lighten up. Of course the Air Force guys from the picture before quickly told him I was going nowhere.

This is Jennifer and the one Air Force guy who was trying to be sauve (there's always one in every group of drunks) instead of a drunken soldier like his friends.

I've seen bigger little red wagons. This thing makes me feel like a drive an SUV. There are NFL linemen who weigh more than that thing.

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