This summer a friend coaxed me into seeing the film Beerfest. I went in with an open mind and as a result I became more interested in my eventual trip to Germany and Oktoberfest than the plot of the film. A truly open mind tends to wonder, especially during Beerfest. As excited as I was, I never actually got around to planning my excursion. Alas, the occasional Youtube binge was all I could ever muster. As a result, my knowledge of the ceremony revolves entirely around people’s home videos and Beerfest. Now, with only a few weeks left until they pop that first keg, I’m in need of some serious council.

The girls across the hall from me are on top of their game. They saw Beerfest and instead of zoning out they went home, started booking things and signing up for stuff. I thought a train ticket and a hotel room would insure me a goodtime but I was dead wrong. Tents, tokens and reservations insure a goodtime, getting up at nine am insures a goodtime and apparently all of these things don’t actually guarantee anything! Now I sit here in my room franticly Googling with all my friends, trying to set a plan of action.

This post is more than just my rants and raves, it is also an appeal to the community. My dream of Oktoberfest is a dream of wanton disregard, drunken debauchery and German drinking songs. I certainly never anticipated such bureaucracy. I implore you; respond to this post and give me the straight scoop. Is Oktoberfest a divine reality or an overpriced hassle?