how i got drunk again, made up with Fausto, got up on the scariest rides in the ammusement park and slept at the train station

the ride to Munich was 5.30 hours, and u could c ppl starting drinking already on the train. we tried to pass our time with card games and then with telling stories about our funnest experience of the past year. mine was from the trip with roy last pesah when he brushed my hear to a full afro and then when we danced at that stupid kibutz club and we had the whole dance floor only for us, and how we did all our obscene moves and tricks. allison's story was obviously from some time when she got drunk, and Chris told us about how he used to hide in toilets on trains not to pay (this is in addition to running away from cafès and skipping over fences at life performances), but he got really offended when i called him a bully...
when we arrived some italian guys we met on the train showed us the way to the October Fest. the city was absolutely overpacked with people! half of the dressed in the traditional bavarian clothes, and half of them already drunk (not the same half). the October Fest is actually a huge ammusement park with lots of rides, duhanei ohel and beer tents. the beer tents were already closed due to overpopulation by the time we arrived, which means ppl started drinking at 10 a.m. we found a place at the tables outside joining a bunch of (again) italians, who were already drunk. u could order only beer and only in the 1 litre glass, no less. so i downed 1 glass, which was more than enough for me to loose the ability to withstand the courtship of the crazy italian sitting next to me and to literary fall into his arms. apparently it was also enough for me to be seducted to such extent that i found myself lying with him on the green slopes of the park among all the other participants of the Fest who couldnt hold to their equilibrium no longer, and those who just came to pee in the bushes. but then i got bored, and making an imposible effort picked my fuzzy self up and brought it back to the notorious beer table.
what took me only 8 € and 1 litre of beer, required 3 litres for Allison and 4 litres for Christopher, but they finally made it to the no-fear condition, which meant it's time for the scary rides! honestly, i was scared as hell, but i didnt want to drink more, since i remembered how the swedish girl that puked at a party became a living legend for a month... but nothing doing, Christopher dragged me over the fence, and in an instant i found myself firmly binded to the bench. it was my first time i ever did something like this...
we screamed like 13 year old girls on a "Take That" concert! aaaaah !!! the thing flipped us over our heads and droped us down in all posible positions, ve ma lo! it was awesome! 6 damn minutes! when we got off chris entitled this ride as the funnest experience of the year :)
but it didnt end on that, we did 3 more scary rides, running in an amok from one to the other. only the roller coaster could stop us because it cost 6 €. we felt so hard core! we were the heroes of the day! now we could do anything - banji, parashute, u name it!
when i told about it to my dad (roy, this one is for u), he said "the beer revolt of Hitler also started from a few glasses of beer"...
at 23:00 they started kicking everybody out of the park. we tried to find a dance club to pass the night till our morning train. following the mob we found a very strange place with about 20 different clubs gathered together. but the only place that cought our eye wouldn't let us in, with some incomprehensible excuse (something about dress code). later on others also told us that they were banned from that club as well, again without any real justification. selection?... apropos, it was on Dachau street...
giving in to the system we returned to the train station hoping to occupy some bench for the night, but all in vain - every clean piece of floor, every chair, table or bench - someone was sleeping on it 1, 2 or 3 folded. eventually we grabbed a stool in a local burger king, although not being able to sleep due to a particularily load (and crappy) music. 5:45 we were heading home, back to our dear peaceful Konstanz, with good memories of Munich as an overcrowded, drunk, italian city...