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.
