Weiner Art and The Fighting Lederhosens

So maybe Sheena forgot to mention it, but she was in Germany most of the week before this one. German food constipates me, but the fried potatoes are so delish that I have a hard time resisting when out and about.

After 24 hours in Boston, Sheena Lufthansaed it to Frankfurt and then later Munich, landing at 9am and proceeding directly into meetings after just enough time to shower and not throw up due to no sleep and jetlag.

Vegetarians should probably not visit Bavaria or prepare to just roll over and die. The liver balls were lovely.

"Hey look over there"

"What"

"Bar fight"

"Holy shit"

"Love to get a picture of that but I'd probably get beaten to a pulp"

"Yep"

The table of 300 pound Lederhosen guys got dissed by some skinny asshole not wearing Lederhosen and after face to face spittle exchange worser than a basement dwelling political bloggers flamewar, the little guy got bouncered out, but not before turning back and saying something rude and clearly yo 'mama tinged at Lederhosen guy.

The frosted window of the Brauhause prevented us from gawking directly, but somebody did a face plant into the bike rack out front and it wasn't Lede Boy...

Fly Herpa Air...

Sausage Fest beyond Sheena's wildest dreams...

Time to go home! Bye!

NOT.

Then the fun began. Connection from MUC to JFK hosed due to bad snowstorm in Toronto last weekend. I hopped the flight and after 4 glasses of free Champagne in the Lufthansa VIP lounge before 9am kinda just winged it as to whether I'd get back to Canada anytime in particular...