Drunk People are the Best!

I’m taking a slight break from our Roman adventures so I can tell you what happened to us just last night. We were out at a local brewery (there are at least 7 in town) with another couple having dinner. Just after our food arrived, 3 guys came up and squatted down to our eye level. One of them was wearing a black and white striped jump suit, a long, blonde wig, and had a log chained to his ankle. They just start getting into what they wanted when our waitress chased them away. She apologized and said she hoped they hadn’t bothered us too much. We were a little disappointed that we didn’t get to find out what they wanted, but we definitely weren’t bothered.

We weren’t disappointed for long though! When we finished our meals they came back for another visit and we got the whole story. The man dressed as a blonde prisoner was having his bachelor party, and the log chained to his leg had his fiancé’s name carved into it: Iris. He is getting married in 2 weeks. In Bavaria, there are certain tasks that the groom must complete, and our groom was in competition with his bride. Each was trying to collect the most underwear tags to win. In case you missed that, these two were wandering around, asking strangers to cut the tags out of their underwear, the bride asking guys, and the groom asking men. The female half of our group readily agreed to donate our underwear tags, but we weren’t going to let the very drunk bachelor use the very large, sharp knife to cut them out. Our husbands cut the tags, and we donated them to the cause. The waitress came by again, apologizing. We said we were happy to play along, but asked her if this underwear tag thievery a real tradition. She confirmed that it was a real tradition. Hooray for participating!