yesterday - evening

Went to a huge outdoor screening of the Turkey/Czechoslovakia soccer match last night, in Vienna. Josh and I had been drinking Unicum - a ridiculous Hungarian drink - on the train all afternoon and arrived in high spirits. These spirits were further heightened by the festive atmosphere (and my first ever body search at the gate!); the Turkish crowd was awesomely overwhelming.
The game was going quite badly for the Turks until about the 80th minute, when a quick flurry of goals stirred the crowd. I took their heightened spirits to heart and stopped loudly instructing players to take their panties off and go home to campbelltown, and started loudly instructing the crowd on the finer points of the demise of the Ottoman empire (I'd started reading a book on the Balkans that morning).
This made Roger visibly anxious, and he told me to shut up. I refused to do so until he promised to take me to a bar where I could play jazz piano. And he did but there was some moll singing 'It's a wonderful night for a moondance'. Of course.