Welcome to the greatest fraternity ever conceived. I get goose bumps just thinking about the Friday in the Hacker tent. The thirsty patrons begin a slow, building noise as they pound on the tables waiting impatiently for the clock to strike the magic hour when the first masses filled with Munich Gold are marched into the tent. Then it happens. The security throws open the doors and the servers bust threw carrying a near impossible mountain of glass masses topped with foaming heads and filled with the most brilliant gold color as the sunlight from outside pours into the tent and illuminates the masses. The crowd erupts with ebullient cheers. You rush to get your hands on the first one and then……Well, for the rest of this story you will have to wait until we meet in Munich and I buy you your first mass. I will be the one wearing the green hat.
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