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Time To Get (Oktober)Festy

Famed author Charles Bukowski once drunkenly scribbled down a truly interesting piece of writing about society, about God, and about beer. The festy piece read:

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer.

Basically, Bukowski was a drunk, a miscreant, and more than anything, a vivid and direct writer. He wrote what he thought and he had no filter. He hated a lot of things and he’d be damned if you didn’t know about it. One thing about this man though is that his love for alcohol was unconditional. Whether he’d be in bed or at work, at the park or in one of his women’s kitchens, there was always a prevalent theme in his writing, and that was that beer was his source of escape and, at times, his source of happiness.

I’m not saying that alcoholism is a noble thing; in fact, it’s quite the opposite. But there is one time in all of our lives where we should be able to let go and drink beer in Bukowski fashion, and that time occurs when one is in Munich, Bavaria, Germany, from late September to early October to celebrate the wonder that is Oktoberfest.

In its inaugural year, 1810, Oktoberfest was named Theresienwiese (Theres’a Fields) in honour of the marriage of King Ludwig I to Princess Therese of Saxony-Hildburghausen. Since then, 200 years on, the festival has become one of the greatest and most drunkenly attended festivals in the world, perhaps only surpassed by that of Carnival in Brazil. Six million people travel from all around the world each year to celebrate beer in all its glory at Oktoberfest. And why wouldn’t you want to be one of them? Drink a tasty and properly brewed German beer, or 12, and then wake up fresh as a fuckin’ daisy ready to do the whole thing again.

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