Day 3

Since we managed to make it to bed before 2am, I was up at the crack of dawn cheery and full of life (to the dismay of everyone else as usual). Whilst I made coffee and tea for everyone, noone consumed it as has been more or less the norm to date. By 7:30 am, we were all out of the hotel and wandering around downtown Munich looking for our previously met hair stylist (from oktoberfest) attempting to get Justin and Dustin's hear sheared to a more reasonable level.
After making it down to the address she had indicated, we found that the building was simply a old office building without a functional door to enter, we were directed to a location that was pronounced almost identically to 4haareszeiten which turned out to be the Four Seasons Hotel in the most expensive district in an already very expensive Munich (Dolce and Gabana, and many more very pricey stores were located in very lavish buildings and courtyards).
We eventually ended up speaking with the much more expensive hotel's concierge and were informed the Hair Salon we were looking for was actually in a distant suburb of Munich some 40-50 minutes south east of the city. As such we abandoned our quest of the holy grail *hair cut* and proceeded back to downtown Munich. Quite honestly I don't remember what we did at that point, but by 7-8pm we were inadvertantly re-tracing the steps made 2 days earlier by the three stooges whilst I was at my very much illegitimate party on day 1.
We had been advised by some different Austrians that we needed to go to kultfabrik, a large conglomeration of night clubs and discoteks in a removed industrial zone a short ways from downtown.
The entire complex seemed abandoned, which we associated with the relativley early time of the evening (prior to 9pm), however most of the industrial buildings' doors remained in an insecured state. Soooo, being me (aptley dubbed 'Squirrel' by my peers in the name-sake of Scrat from Ice Age due to my aversion to anything close to moderation and reserved-ness), I went in and explored every place I could find (including rooftops).
In one particular building I found a very tall stairwell that extended through 7 floors of a giant warehouse. I found several different unlocked hallways and rooms with various things laying about (procuring only a black rag I found in a small bathroom complete with a twin-sized bed). At the climax of the stairwell I found a very open white room where there were some reserved sounding German voices reverberating. With complete lack of concern for my impending arrest for tresspass I made friends with the gentleman whom were sitting around a day-bar drinking red-wine and champagne.
After a short time (and after being joined by my much less extroverted coleages) we discovered the large chamber was, in fact, an art gallery, and the artists were numbered amoungst the people drinking wine with us. We spent a good hour with our new friends and toured the artwork (which was really very excellent in most cases). I came across a painting that I found personally very exquisite, but knowing it would cost several thousand euros, refrained from aquiring it that day.
We traveled back in the general direction of the hotel and went to another previously reccomended sites, a "cafe". this is refferenced in a seperate post as well. When we returned to our hotel (all-be-it the wrong one) we comendeered a gaggle of irish and austalian folks whom we proceeded to exchange with. At one point a comrade engaged in a long winded conversation with the reception lady whilst he was nearly entirely unpanted outside of view of the employee (this somwhat summarizes the vast majority of the evening).
At the end of it all we attempted to steal a box of beer but were unsuccessful and PTFO'ed (by we I mean I, it must be clarified per Dustin, Justin, and Damon). Das ist alle.