As a reward for not quitting our jobs after the nightmare of getting ready for the new European privacy law this spring, our boss promised to “do something fun.”  Next thing we knew, a team “workshop” had been scheduled in our Munich office on the third day of Oktoberfest.

By virtue of our working for a company that sells the latest Bavarian lederhosen and dirndls, with free next-day delivery for Primer members, we all managed to show up looking like we should have been roaming the hills with Julie Andrews.

We had a very civilized couple of tables on the mezzanine level of a large, festive tent.  Everyone else started drinking liter-sized tankards of beer basically immediately.  I stuck with the more dainty mugs of sparkling water.

The appetizer was, shall we say, hearty?  It came on stilts that lifted it above all the tankards.

Miraculously still hungry, I ordered a wienerschnitzel for dinner.

And then it was basically just hours and hours of drinking and very good live oompa bands and singing and dancing in the aisles.

At 10:30pm when the others decided to go meet friends in other tents, I decided it was time for my sober self to bow out.  I had a refreshing 3.5 mile walk back to the hotel and may have felt a tad better in the morning than my colleagues.