I got to thinking today about some of my worst hangovers from craft beer after reminiscing about my trip to Oktoberfest in another thread. And while we should always respect beer, sometimes we don't. Especially when we first get into craft and don't realize what a punch that "one" barrel-aged imperial stout can deliver. My worst...at least the first one that comes to mind...was after Oktoberfest in Munich. I was somewhat hungover to start the day from my first day/night in Munich, but in order to get a seat in the tents (without a reservation) you need to get there early. So we snagged a seat in the Paulaner tent around 9:30 am and started drinking at 10 am. 7 liters of Paulaner Oktoberfestbier later, I decided it was probably time to go home around 4 or 5ish in the afternoon (I forget, obviously). I took a Pedicab back to the train station in downtown Munich, grabbed some Burger King...and well I didn't get on the train just yet. Munich is a melting pot of cultures during Oktoberfest, so I ended up meeting an Englishman and we kept drinking at one of the hotels there. We tried to imitate each other's accents (I'm from Boston), and he sloppily kept saying, "The Depahhted" (the movie "The Departed" had just come out I think) and I replied (incorrectly), "Put another shrimp on the barbie!". From there I continued to drink with some Australians (they also party hard) at the hotel bar. And finally I went "brothel-hopping", not to do anything bad (I'm serious), but just to check them out and hang out with prostitutes and drink champagne with them. Eventually I took a cab back to the wrong hotel (I gave the cab driver the address from the hotel card I had, but it was their sister hotel on the other side of the city...apparently there were two sides to the card), and then took ANOTHER cab back to my actual hotel. I woke up in the morning running to the bathroom ripping my contacts out of my blood shot eyes and throwing up in the toilet. I spent the entire day in bed during a beautiful day in Munich, but eventually made it back out with my friends for dinner and more good times. Prost!