Jamie and Dom laugh about the night prior
Sunday, last day of Rock Im Park but also with the best closing act.. Metallica. Most people would argue that Metallica is not the great concert that it use to be. They will be proven wrong later. First to the morning fiasco.. we all wake surprisingly healthy, but its drizzling outside. Shit. Well at least no one has gotten sick and no one has been hung over. Most would say its because we are still slightly buzzed from the night before. Im willing to bet its because we took such good care of ourselves the night before that we set ourselves up for success. The latter is most likely correct but I have my version and they have theirs. We start the day like most, looking for food.
Our supply is starting to dwindle quickly. I dont think anyone took into account how much more food you eat when you are drunk, but luckily there is a store nearby. By store I mean gas station and Im pretty sure it stayed open only for the thousands of people at Rock Im Park; Im willing to bet the guy who owned it is now putting his kids through college on what everyone dumped into that place. Jim and Jamie head off to get more food and I start to clean up and look for more booze. We are low in that department so I head back to the truck. Everyone returns about an hour or so later and the sun is shining and we are starting our usual morning routine of cooking and mixing drinks. Steak seems to be the preferred food in the morning.
eating, drinking, relaxing
Oh, and I just have to say; yes I do eat meat, if God didnt want us to eat meat he wouldnt have made animals out of it, ok? Anywho, by 11 or so the rain has stopped and the clouds are starting to clear up. For those of you who havent made it out to Germany, be warned~ pack for every season and realize that winter, spring, summer, and fall can hit you within an hour time frame. But the good news is the clouds are leaving and clear skys are starting to show. By a little after noon everyone is their usual chipper selves, we have good food going and Mark breaks out his guitar and starts to play everything from Dave Matthews to Days of the New. This draws a crowd around our bivuac site. Mark plays while the rest of us attempt to sing.
Mark breaks out his guitar
It is rather funny listening to Germans sing Dave in German. But Mark being the international man that he is also knows some German songs and plays while the locals sing and go nuts. The day is already shaping up to be a fun one. A couple hours later its actually starting to get warm and we have an epihony... there is a lake next to our campsite and we havent used it for anything stupid yet. Break out the inflatable mattrasses and bring in the Mexican. Thats right, Joe steps up and decides that since he has the best experience with unfamiliar water and rickety home made rafts, he will take the maiden voyage. We grab one of the inflatable mattresses and secure a rope to one of the trees, we dont want Joe floating out to sea on us without a way to get back.
Our group grows
He stripes down to a pair of shorts and dives onto the raft .... it floats, and floats rather well. We reel him in. We want more on it. We convince two more, a guy and girl (we arent sexually bias in our group) to join Joe. They dive out on it and out to sea they go. It holds up amazingly well. Joe is brought back in as he decides he wants his own raft and thus we launch two out to sea. The group decides that they will stay out on the lake and sunbath so we chuck a bottle of Jose out to them so they can enjoy themselves. The rest of us go back to telling stories and reliving the days prior. A good two hours later its time to head out and start to catch the random shows that are left before we catch Metallica.
Dom attempts his maiden voyage
I go to fill my camelback but realize there is no more Jack left. So with the help of Jim and half a dozen other guys, just about everything we can find is poured into the thing. Now I have no clue what we put in there or in what quantity but I really wish we would have written it down cause whatever it turned out to be tasted like grape koolaide, only with a kick of alcohol at the end. The kind where you drink it, it tastes great, and then at the end you make that "Holy Shit that was strong" look on your face. Well regardless of your facial expressions it was really good. The rest of the day is filled with much of the same events from the day prior: drink, watch show, find food, drink more, watch another show, find more food.
The whole crew on the raft
Around 5 or so everyone meets back up at the camp site to packup their stuff and have it ready for the trip home after the last show. Some of the guys will be camping out one more night but for Jim Jamie and I, we have work the next day. The last show starts at about 9 or so. We got there a good 2 hours prior and couldnt get aywhere near the stage. Thats ok though as we just wanted to enjoy the concert. Now anyone that has been to a Metallica concert knows how awesome it is. Their set list is always perfectly outlined and they always close with something huge. Without a doubt, this set list out did any previously played, anywhere. Lucky for us, it was the 20th anniversary to Master Of Puppets. 30 minutes into their set they play the entire Puppets album from start to finish, play another 30 minute set and then close with Justice for All's "One" using more pyro than a 4th of July celebration in Alabama. Im pretty sure Nurnberg hadnt heard explosions like that since we bombed it back in WWII, truly the perfect way to cap off an amazing weekend. At the end of their 2 hour show, we head back to our camp site and find everyone else slowly showing up. We grab what is ours and head for the car while others start to crash out for the night. It was a hell of a show and now alls that is left is for Jamie to make the drive back to the Furt.
Theyre still afloat