Fasching, the festive season occurring immediately before Lent, is big with a capital 'B'. Leave it to the beautiful city of New Orleans to be the only locale in the states to truly represent this annual shindig. Out here, it's not just Munich, but the entire country of Germany that celebrates "Fat Tuesday" in a big way. Germans, never being ones to miss an opportunity to party, shrug off work for a day to dress in crazy costumes and drink in revelry.
Having experienced it as a newbie haus frau last year, Jeff didn't believe me when I told him my story of stoic looking bavarians dressed as pigs, frogs, and even the opposite sex (very impressively, I might add). This year, I insisted he see it for himself. So Jeff dutifully took off from work early to join our little monkey and his afro'ed haus frau for a little soiree in Marienplatz.
Will enjoyed people watching, but couldn't stand to have everyone prosting around him while he remained empty-handed. After much fuss we delivered his sippy cup to the backpack's resting place which allowed him to cheers anyone and everyone around him. We're not sure to be proud or embarrassed about this, folks!
This year's sitings at Fasching didn't disappoint. We spotted a nun making out with a lion, a bunny relieving himself on a tree, and Cruella Deville with her dalmations pulling a wagon of beer . . . Just to name a few photo-less moments. . . but here is a sampling of visuals from our one-hour romp downtown.
I think I just lost my appetite for whatever she was serving.
Even pretty fairies have their pump up playlists
"Nein, you look sillier."
Dud-un. Dud-un. Dud-un,dud-un,dud-un . . .
Helga? Is that you????
Man, I've got a headache
Clucky love
Thank goodness someone masked the statue so she doesn't have to see Grandma get tipsy.
Jazzer-rabbits
Someone should tell him he looks a bit bloated
On our way home from the craziness. One hour of fun was all we could handle!
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