It's Frühlingsfest and the city is full of tourists. For those of you who don't know what Frühlingsfest is... it's basically Oktoberfest. In spring. But that's another story. Tonight I'm telling the story of when Stephanie got drunk off of rage.
Listen. Everybody has their faults. I'm well aware of one of mine. There's a.. special.. side of me that only comes out in very rare occasions. This.. side.. doesn't always make the best decisions. Tonight was one of those. As many of you know, there is one thing you don't do to Stephanie. And that my friends, is mess with people I love. When you mess with someone in my circle.. let me just stop you right there. Don't mess with people I care about. Period.
Frühlingsfest is kind of a nut show. One waitress per 20 people, carrying eight 5lbs beer steins in each arm, people are grabbing as fast as they can. Tonight, my dear friend Sammy thought she ordered a beer, and figured she had to pay up front. She paid the waitress, and watched as the woman set a beer on the table, and an American guy picked it up. Next, she walked away. Sammy waited for her beer. Then the lady came back, and we realized, this American guy had stolen Sammy's beer!! Now you may be thinking, oh buzz off, it's just a beer. But no. These beers cost 8.40 euro..that's roughly $11 American dollars... and you have to wait 15-20min to get one. And so it begins.
We decided we were going to find these guys and ask them to give us money for the beer. I mean, everyone was really drunk, so we, being incredibly naive and having spent too much time around European boys, expected they would see their mistake and kindly give us her money back. Luckily, we found them pretty quickly. Sammy walked up and kindly explained the situation. "um, excuse me. But before, you drank my beer. I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me the money back." They laughed in our faces. "haha good one. How old are you guys anyway. Go away". I started to get a little irritated. "Um, no sorry but I watched you grab her beer. Please just give us the money and we'll go away." They laughed again. "Here, I'll give you three euros if you get out of here." I took the three euros. "Um, no sorry that beer cost almost 9 euros. That isn't enough." One of their friends came up. They all started laughed. Sammy says, "real cool guys, thanks for being so awesome about this." She started to walk away. Oh heck no, I thought. At that point. I was furious. Seriously though. Seriously? They're going to steal beer from a girl?
I'm really frustrated with the American youth of my generation. They think they can do anything. It's guys like these that give American's a bad rep. "Stop right there." I said to Sammy. Having already thoroughly checked these guys out, I knew where his wallet was, but I also knew he was wearing $200 sunglasses. *Swipe! I grabbed them. "I'll give you your sunglasses back when you give me my money back" Instant regret. Before I knew it, I was cornered by three American men who were extremely close to my face. This may sound scary, but I was in a crowd of people. Nothing was going to happen. One grabbed my phone out of my hand. At that moment, I didn't care. I start to think. I have a beer stein full of non-alcoholic beverage in my head. How hard do I have to hit them to knock them out? Which one do I kick in the groin first? If I punch this one, will that punch me back? All of these thoughts are running through my head. A split second later, I hear this, "Oy, lady, you alright?" I look. A fine British gentlemen. "Absolutely not." I said back. My new friend sticks his face in the circle. "You better give her her phone back right now." He said in a British accent. "Not until she gives me my sunglasses back," They reply. "Alright then" my new friend says. "Oy boys. C'mere. This lady needs our help." And with that... several very large British gentlemen start walking towards me. The American guys freeze. I have never seen somebody reach for their wallet so fast. He gave me Sammy's money back, we exchanged phone for sunglasses, and I was escorted out of there.
I honestly couldn't believe what had just happened. Americans ae? I'm really sick of my generation. Have a little respect. And for goodness sake. Learn how to hold your liquor.
Here's a picture of the guy who saved us. Looking back, I should have just let it go. But I guess everyone goes Dr. Dirndl and Mrs. Hyde and some points in their life....
Listen. Everybody has their faults. I'm well aware of one of mine. There's a.. special.. side of me that only comes out in very rare occasions. This.. side.. doesn't always make the best decisions. Tonight was one of those. As many of you know, there is one thing you don't do to Stephanie. And that my friends, is mess with people I love. When you mess with someone in my circle.. let me just stop you right there. Don't mess with people I care about. Period.
Frühlingsfest is kind of a nut show. One waitress per 20 people, carrying eight 5lbs beer steins in each arm, people are grabbing as fast as they can. Tonight, my dear friend Sammy thought she ordered a beer, and figured she had to pay up front. She paid the waitress, and watched as the woman set a beer on the table, and an American guy picked it up. Next, she walked away. Sammy waited for her beer. Then the lady came back, and we realized, this American guy had stolen Sammy's beer!! Now you may be thinking, oh buzz off, it's just a beer. But no. These beers cost 8.40 euro..that's roughly $11 American dollars... and you have to wait 15-20min to get one. And so it begins.
We decided we were going to find these guys and ask them to give us money for the beer. I mean, everyone was really drunk, so we, being incredibly naive and having spent too much time around European boys, expected they would see their mistake and kindly give us her money back. Luckily, we found them pretty quickly. Sammy walked up and kindly explained the situation. "um, excuse me. But before, you drank my beer. I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me the money back." They laughed in our faces. "haha good one. How old are you guys anyway. Go away". I started to get a little irritated. "Um, no sorry but I watched you grab her beer. Please just give us the money and we'll go away." They laughed again. "Here, I'll give you three euros if you get out of here." I took the three euros. "Um, no sorry that beer cost almost 9 euros. That isn't enough." One of their friends came up. They all started laughed. Sammy says, "real cool guys, thanks for being so awesome about this." She started to walk away. Oh heck no, I thought. At that point. I was furious. Seriously though. Seriously? They're going to steal beer from a girl?
I'm really frustrated with the American youth of my generation. They think they can do anything. It's guys like these that give American's a bad rep. "Stop right there." I said to Sammy. Having already thoroughly checked these guys out, I knew where his wallet was, but I also knew he was wearing $200 sunglasses. *Swipe! I grabbed them. "I'll give you your sunglasses back when you give me my money back" Instant regret. Before I knew it, I was cornered by three American men who were extremely close to my face. This may sound scary, but I was in a crowd of people. Nothing was going to happen. One grabbed my phone out of my hand. At that moment, I didn't care. I start to think. I have a beer stein full of non-alcoholic beverage in my head. How hard do I have to hit them to knock them out? Which one do I kick in the groin first? If I punch this one, will that punch me back? All of these thoughts are running through my head. A split second later, I hear this, "Oy, lady, you alright?" I look. A fine British gentlemen. "Absolutely not." I said back. My new friend sticks his face in the circle. "You better give her her phone back right now." He said in a British accent. "Not until she gives me my sunglasses back," They reply. "Alright then" my new friend says. "Oy boys. C'mere. This lady needs our help." And with that... several very large British gentlemen start walking towards me. The American guys freeze. I have never seen somebody reach for their wallet so fast. He gave me Sammy's money back, we exchanged phone for sunglasses, and I was escorted out of there.
I honestly couldn't believe what had just happened. Americans ae? I'm really sick of my generation. Have a little respect. And for goodness sake. Learn how to hold your liquor.
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