We meant to get to the Weis'n on a weeknight, or early in the day on the weekend, but it just never happened. Mike was really busy getting ready for various meetings, proposals, et cetera...then we got the dog and didn't want to leave her alone in the house too much during the first week. It just sort of got away from us. Which is how we ended up in a sea of people, trying to figure out how to get into one of the beer tents on the last Saturday afternoon of the 'fest. After about an hour of elbowing our way through the drunken masses it became clear that without a reservation, we weren't getting into a tent. I don't always do so well in crowds, and by this time I was pretty sure I was in some circle of hell; maybe one reserved those who are disorganized and/or poor planners. We aborted mission feeling a combination of defeat and general irritation (maybe that was just me).
But Hark! Just across the street was a Hacker-Pschorr biergarten, where litres of highish octane Oktoberfest beer cost a mere 7 Euro (as opposed to an average of 10 at the Weis'n proper). It was busy, to be sure, but we were able to grab a couple litres and a ginormous pretzel relatively painlessly. We found a nice patch of grass that appeared not to have been vomited on and popped a squat. There we relaxed and enjoyed our libations and some very entertaining people-watching. Sorry for the disappointing lack of photos, but here's one just to prove we were there: