Oktoberfest...

Ahh... Oktoberfest. 

imagine setting up a tent the size of a soccer field, setting up rows upon rows of benches and tables, delicious German food, beer, live band... and being served by ladies in dirndl. 

i tell you, this is an open invitation to get drunk!

and true enough, like everyone else, i got drunk. 

how i come to realize that i was really high, was when:

(a) i actually drank 5 pints of beer. (hang on, i can't remember when was the last time i ever had 5 pints)

and (b) when it was actually a good idea to stand up on benches/tables and join in to sing "YMCA".  (ok, this is like so embarrassing)

anyway, i merlion'd. 

not there in the tent, of course.

only merlion'd when i got back.

not very glam, but...  yeah. 

and the cause?

not the pork knuckles, or the beer... but the champagne. 

actually, it's the combi of the three that kills.

moral of the story?

pork knuckles + beer = good

pork knuckles + beer + champagne = bad.