TAIDLYN

I am so freaking excited! Why is September 30th so far away!

ANGELICANGEL

Hi! I just wondered with all the Serenity T-Shirts and stuff people make do you plan on really wearing any of them?

STARRBABY

Hey everyone! I sure have missed you all! Check out this link to see the product of a 4am induction, 10 hours of labor, ending in a c-section. The one on the left is Keith Timothy, and the one on the right is Aaron Connor. The password is "gabrielson" https://www.growingfamily.com/webnursery/babylogin.asp?URLID=4C5G2I6N6T

CITIZEN

So I started writing this and it got real long, so I've decided to post it in two parts. Four hours total to type this all up, including checking my German spelling, and peicing together my shattered memories...

CITIZEN

[B]Day 3[/B] Well. Quite a day. I wake up at 7 and shower, and meet most of the others for breakfast at 8. You see some of our group had gone off early to secure a table at one of the Beer tents at the Oktoberfest site. Yes, at 8am. Those of us who remain make our way to the Bräurosl (Hacker-Pschorr) tent for about 9. Yes, 9am, and yes, there are beers waiting. Litre measures, at 9am. So here’s me, never gone to the Oktoberfest before expecting you know, a tent. Like a big marquee or something. Maybe a few tables and a little temporary bar thing setup in one corner. Just like we do in Blighty. So anyway, I was wrong. The only thing these ‘tents’ actually share with tents is a canvas roof, and a distinct lack of heating (which makes no difference when the place fills up to its capacity of ~6000 people). Though not wanting to become an alcoholic just yet mine lasts me 3 hours, so I don’t get another till 12. I’m there for a few more hours, and have another three litres (four in total). We eat lunch; I had half a chicken, its good, really, if you ever go, try the chicken. So after the four litres and, despite the fact that my chances of regaining entry to the tent are slim, myself and another member of the group decide to do some wandering. This means we stagger around outside and look at the shiny things, before wandering off to the nearby Bierkeller for a litre of beer. So then it’s back to the tent. The slimness of my chances at re-entry were not over-(under, I don’t know)stated. You see, I tried a back entrance, and was fairly unceremoniously pushed aside by a fairly large security guard. So I hatched me a plan! I rang a member of the group I was with, and got them to appear at the front entrance, bad German in tow, to politely request to let me in. And it worked, which was nice. So I was back in and ready for a sixth litre. It appears that we had been joined by a number of German people, who’s names I can’t remember, who I spoke to at great length, about what, I erm, don’t remember. Basically the rest of the night gets very hazy from here on out. Essentially it was filled with beer, loud singing, very bad German (on my part) and quite good English (from German people frustrated with my German).