On Sunday, the Leadership Team had planned another afternoon of presentations and buttering up. I sat painfully through it and then, we all went again to the barbecue place where I had slept friday evening.
 
With one of the ultimate-frisbee players, we set up another match, that ended with another bath in the river. The Loud-Austrian-beer-keeper was faithful to his duty, I invested in a couple of beers.
 
I spent a lot of time in a conversation with Nonesee and Sarah, two really nice persons. As it was really hard for me to eat peanut-butter-on-bread (my exclusive diet since Wednesday), I managed to feed from the leftover food on the barbecue (but a lot got thrown away, as one can expect in a 50 people barbecue).
 
And when night had crept on us, we moved it to the next chapter. That was a nightclub in downtown-Vienna, right in the super-touristic area near Stephensplatz. I was dreading it a bit.
 
Instead of sticking with my team, I took the train (it was 1h walking) with a group of strangers. One of them was carrying a drum. One of those african design called "jembe" in Europe that white kids of my generation are very fond of. It took me quite some time to make them accept the idea of an improvised tram party.
The drummer was really hot for it, but the other were all like: "now come on... / You can't be serious... / Is he kidding us?". In the end, it was just him playing and me improvising a dance and chant. Sure enough, it was way below the critical mass for it to pick up.
 
The question holds: Is it a fucking stupid idea to play drums and sing and dance in the tram instead of sitting and looking out the window? Whatever the way I distort the question, I reach the same answer. What am I missing? In case I hadn't already lost all faith in humanity, on the way out of the subway, one of the girls found out she still had two cans of beer in her bag. She asked if someone wanted to help her, as it was likely the door-apes of the nightclub would not let them through. I was really quick to volunteer. She asked me 1€ for it.
I stopped talking to her and she ended up giving it away for free to someone else.
 
Anyway... The club was not just for us. It was Sunday, there wasn't so many left. Most people left during the day in order to be ready to serve Babylon Monday first thing in the morning. But we still got in for free.
 
The price of drinks was prohibitive, but I harvested many forgotten half full glasses. The music was pathetic when we got in but became better and better, song after song. One of the "Leaders" of the website was outrageously drunk and was embarrassing every single half-pretty to pretty girl on the dance-floor.
 
My friends were a bit scattered but it mattered little, as the music was too loud to talk. I stayed really late, dancing with myself and with others. I left when the club closed, with a very drunk-loud-and-awkward Fabian-the-Great. I slept a couple of hours and hitch-hiked back home via Prague and Berlin. Another story.