Football

The Nazgul and I went to the Australian pub to celebrate the cativersary as well as her first-ever point scored in a kendo tournament.

There was football there, but hardly anybody was there. To make it more fun, the staff distributed betting cards where you had to guess in what minute the first goal would be scored. I thought of North Korea, and bet on 52, the Nazgul was more optimistic and bet on 27.

Then, we had fudz. I had kangaroo and the Nazgul had emu, and they both were delicious. For entertainment, in addition to the football game, there were these two chicks sharing a bottle of wine and giggling their heads off. We speculated whether it was their second bottle or whether they were really such lightweights. They were looking at pictures on a digital camera and giggling, talking in English and giggling, looking out the window and giggling, and so on...

Then, the 25th minute came, and the first goal, and the giggling chicks started screeching and claiming one of them had bet on the 25th minute, and wanted their reward.



The waiter came with a fake plastic top hat and started looking through the betting cards of everybody, and did find theirs, and agreed to serve them free beer.

However, the chicks didn't want beer as they had had wine all evening, so they haggled with him over their prize, so finally he agreed to serve them a glass of free wine instead.

We left before those drunken lightweights could start dancing on top of the fish tank.