By the time I had to deal with on Monday morning on the way to work the annual obstacle course and urine from Kotzehäufchen laughter knew I: It's Oktoberfest again.
That I am not a fan of this glorified brauchtum brain cells killing event, I've probably mentioned somewhere. Of course, but even I admit that there are many Oktoberfest enthusiasts *, which is months in advance looking forward to stroll after a half shandy measure on the festival site and be watching in the thirtieth edition of the "fat woman" when Schichtl. Not to mention all the lunatics from all over the world, the whole Years to save a ticket for Oktoberfest, only for a fortnight after landing in Munich, hung over, broke and without a memory of the events of the last two weeks to fly home. Only an oversized felt hat and a brilliant herpes infection tell of a turbulent period.
are in TV's like to be admired in every year the same old images of Australian beer corpses and Sicilian Heckenpisser. Actually, it could save several private channels to send out each year to their camera crews. The images from last year would do it, no one would notice anyway. And the supposedly disgusted editors zoom on it again properly when party of yobs Australia, New Zealand and UK vessels into each other's beer mugs. As if the German after-hours Trachtler would be better just because they get once a year the leather pants from kik out of the closet. , In such "authentic" legitimated, ultimately still end up in drunk tank the same as the drunkard from down under.
Another aspect of the Oktoberfest is usually completely ignored, although much of this repellent is wearing. We are talking about the business Kasper, squat full of pride in their one year in advance reserved marquee boxes, crammed like a pack of tofu vegan pigs in limbo. Actually, this would be a lot of self-promotion prefer to hang instead of the annoying tie a gingerbread heart around the neck and throw themselves into the fray of party animals outside their VIP prison. If only the dear colleagues, superiors, and - God forbid - customers would not sit around and around a dull stare in their jars. Where you could just such as sales or marketing Heini let out under the cover of the animator but a little pig. Of course, only while engaging the customer on it, but mostly what they do. Finally, they must pay the sack expensive beer is not even so.
But whoever sits in the crate only with superiors, has actually lost it. Unless the leadership team would consist of nothing but disguised deckle speakers and other little known entertainers, that make this day the inner Fips Asmussen of the chain and talk incessantly jokes for which one would be beaten up really of the humor police ** two hours with a rubber chicken.
But a brake fun is guaranteed always there, and as long as one's own boss is not dancing on the table, you should also make the stay as far as possible. And that the it again after his ugly golf accident creates a beer tent table, may safely be doubted.
And so they sit huddled as a supposedly privileged, because reserved, and look as long as the activities outside their Kasper cell until they have enough drunk courage, the chief secretary desperately staring at the plump Karstadt Dirndl or they just slip quietly under the table before then swept just before midnight by the cleaning staff from the marquee be.
*) with one of them ... I am married
**) sometimes I wish it they would really
