Michael Stanaland

One night of the Stuttgart fest the gays don their lederhosen and take over the giant beer tent. Like a good beer tent, all the seating is benches. Not that you’re sitting much anyway — most of the time you stand on your sliver of bench seat and drink beer after beer. The bands and music are kitschy and fun, and by your second liter of beer everyone is your new best friend. Ziga zaga! Ziga zaga! Oi! Oi! Oi!