I’m not specifically referring to anyone in this post. But if I did, their names would be changed to protect the guilty.
Fasching is Germany’s version of Carnival. The season begins each year on November 11th at 11:11 a.m. and finishes on Ash Wednesday. Wiki says this about Fasching: “In the Rhineland festivities developed especially strongly, since it was a way to express subversive anti-Prussian and anti-French thoughts in times of occupation, through parody and mockery.” We didn’t know any of that when a neighbor invited us to a Fasching party, and we had no idea what to expect. We should have guessed by the pandemonium at the costume store that things were about to get crazy.
The details of our Fasching story are a bit fuzzy.
Here’s our group at the start of the evening. Think of this as the “before” photo.
Thankfully, there are a lot of fun “during”, but no “after” pictures to share.
These “Egyptians” were wearing light up pyramids.
This guy was dressed up as a Wine Stand!
The evening ended with one of our partygoers in the emergency room thanks to a suspected broken ankle, and another resting her head on the cool concrete sidewalk outside the hospital.
But everybody was in good enough shape to check out the Wiesbaden Fasching Parade later that weekend:
In addition to lots of marching bands, there were some crazy floats:
And some things we just couldn’t figure out…
The party continued late into the night, at Big D’s favorite bar.
What were the chances I’d run into another guy with a crustacean hat?
And the next day, a bunch of us checked out the Rosenmontag Parade in Mainz – it was huge, lasted for hours and hours, and we came home with giant bags full of candy and treats.
GAH! CLOWNS! No, thanks. Man, I hate clowns.
There were some political floats that I didn’t understand:
And more inappropriateness:
I loved this PacMan dude:
This year’s festivities are right around the corner. Who knows what will happen!?
More pictures from our first Fasching are on Flickr.