Hofbräuhaus

On the last day of August, I flew to Vegas for the day to go to my friend Svihla‘s wedding. Svihla and I worked together in Germany. I’ve always really enjoyed going out for drinks with him and his stammtisch group. This year, Svihla brought his wife-to-be over to get married in Vegas. The ceremony was short, sweet, and performed by a German woman who worked at that chapel. He has requested that I wear my lederhosen as he and his wife would also be wearing tracht. Although I love wearing my lederhosen, this posed somewhat of a situation. As I was onlly going for the day it would have been easiest just to wear lederhosen the entire time, but obviously everyone will stare. I ended up wearing jeans to Vegas with my lederhosen in a small bag. I changed just before the wedding and ended up wearing my lederhosen home on the plane.

After the ceremony, it was obviously time to celebrate. Svihla arranged to go to Hofbräuhaus, which was supposedly a replica of the one in Munich. Although quite similar, it’s not like the real thing. It’s even quite Americanized once inside, but it was still a lot of fun. Four liters later and it was starting to feel more and more like the real thing.