Birthday

After the invite to party at Carmela for my birthday from my hairdresser Sotiris should I re-think my schedule. Mmmmm I think not long gone are the days of staying up late and partying hard. I decided to stay with the 7o'clock slot just after the Kids Pizza party.The streets were empty save for the cars and scooters parked haphazardly here and there, so able to capture the Christmas lights.

As I walked towards Diporto it became clear that all the men were in the bars and kafeneions around the square, ready in waiting for the Big Match and soon the Xmas lights were in competion with the Big Screens and only the children were running around outside shaking off the effects of Coke and Pizza. As the game got going the excitement of the play required a fag and soon the inside seats were vacated for standing room only outside as eager fans watched from the pavement, victims of the cigarette and vape ban, just as it started to rain.

Did I care? No I but was left alone a few times to chill and drink wine as my friends joined the smoking corner. Apologies for the fans sitting behind me as commentary was interrupted by a rendition of Happy Birthday to you played courtesy of the establishment as they brought out my yummy birthday cake that Christine had bought earlier. And sorry that Happy Birthday continued to play on the loop for several times. No wonder our section of the restaurant emptied out. The street life was a different scene on the way back to the car and I'm sure I was home before my curfew.