The wheel ticked around and around. Behind me, about one hundred drunk campers chanting "four!"; the nudie run. It didn't matter though, almost all the outcomes meant getting naked, and the ones that didn't meant I was "Das Booting" or even worse. The wheel kept spinning, the numbers flew through my head, and even I was hoping for a four. Four...five...six, what the fuck was six? Switch cloths? And just like that the Stokie next to me was taking off his clothes while another grabbed a beer bong that had been on the ground since it was used last. After funneling what must have been my six beer of the morning I undressed, stood ass naked on podium and began to drunkenly put on his clothes.
That's Stoketoberfest. A campsite run by a bunch of fucked up Australian hippies that spend three weeks hosting the worlds best afterparty. With unlimited beer and music starting at 7am it's hard to even get to Oktoberfest (which I had to remind myself I was there for in the first place).
My friends who mistakenly stayed in hostels will say that Oktoberfest was the happiest place on Earth, but they didn't come back to 1,300 of the best people from across the globe. The hostels had a serious lack of "wheel of misfortune", no sixteen hour continuous concert, no nudie runs, no chicken nugget vending machine (every stoners dream), and I can only assume no giant orgy tent (but then again I didn't stay in the hostel, so for all I know there was a giant orgy tent there too).
So I'm sorry hostel goers and Air B&B die hards, but this one goes to the dirty hippies. Stoketoberfest is truly the happiest place on Earth with the best vibe'n people around (who just happen to be Aussies). They also make dank breakfast if you were wondering...
My friends who mistakenly stayed in hostels will say that Oktoberfest was the happiest place on Earth, but they didn't come back to 1,300 of the best people from across the globe. The hostels had a serious lack of "wheel of misfortune", no sixteen hour continuous concert, no nudie runs, no chicken nugget vending machine (every stoners dream), and I can only assume no giant orgy tent (but then again I didn't stay in the hostel, so for all I know there was a giant orgy tent there too).
So I'm sorry hostel goers and Air B&B die hards, but this one goes to the dirty hippies. Stoketoberfest is truly the happiest place on Earth with the best vibe'n people around (who just happen to be Aussies). They also make dank breakfast if you were wondering...
I spun that wheel at least eight more times that weekend and could not escape the Das Boot (which I had to do out of a Stokies old Vans). I drank an obscene amount of beer all day long, rallied like hell, made friends with some of the chillest people on earth, shoved a euro in Shreks ass (it happened, the pic is in my snazzy snaps), and of course nudie ran. Stoke left it's mark on me (in the form of bruises from falling off of almost every elevated surface on site), and those will fade along with the memories (my brains a little "faded"), but when my brain has finally fallen out my ears and I am fully senile, the stench of stale beer and the sound of an Aussie accent will trigger me to subconsciously strip for a nudie run. I never made it into the orgy tent (terrible disappointment), but no worries I will be back for you Stoke Travel Co.