Went to Freising this morning with Monkey and Man, for the May Day celebrations.

I had visions of virgins dancing around maypoles. Or at least was informed to that effect. Monkey Boy insisted he meant girls, but I wanted virgins, even if they were artificially reflowered.

On the S-Bahn to Freising, we stopped by Laim. Looking out at the huge H&M advertisement of a model lying on a haystack, one of those big grin girls Monkey hates so much, I noted she was truly “Lame”. Ouch.

Monkey shuddered, then half-recovered when he pondered the possibility of it being a traditional Bavarian tradition to surround such women on haystacks with torches, then fling fire on them. Woosh!

Yeah, I agreed, that’s why they call it May Day. May-day? Double ouch.

Basically we ended following this bunch lame-ass LMU guys (not meaning to be prejudiced, of course) to this dead suburbs which had only one freakin’ restaurant and a small band. Never get the attention of the waitresses to get food, only drinks.

After over an hour, Manuel and I decided screw them, we were going to the Stadtmitte for real food. By this we meant fast-food, of course. Then, a walk followed by gelato and actually viewing a decent maypole surrounded by beer benches.

Later, we grabbed Monkey (who had seen the suburbian folks erect their maypole with a crane, not the traditional king’s men and horses, unfortunately) and happily made for Munich.

On the way back, seeing my disappointment, Monkey Boy mentioned I should go to the Theresienwiese instead the next year.

“I promise you legions of dancing virgins.”

I look forward to that …

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