In a bar

I don't know what to do in a bar. If there is live music, at least I am happy and I can constantly tap my feet to music.

Weather was cold. Entered at a bar on Rosengasse. Guy is playing the piano: dream a little dream of me. I don't know what to dream.. my dreams are not the ones that have a chance to become real anymore. A couple older than me is hugging, kissing, making me jealous. I didn't see them when I first entered, they’ve done a good job hiding into one of the less visible corners. I’m guessing it's not their first time here. I order a Margarita. Fucking guy puts sugar syrup in it. Piano man takes a short break. Not many people here. Doesn't matter. If you are playing piano, you don't need to play it to nobody to enjoy it. He is playing something stupid now. Two women came to the next table. One of them is laughing loudly, enjoying the jokes she is making. Oh, yes, making me much jealous. Margarita is no more. I order a lager. Guy asks if I want a small one. I ask what is small. He shows something, I say normal. He pours it but it still looks small. What is my expectation from this bar visit? I dont know. I realize I don't know much about anything. Three girls come and stand near the piano, dancing to the rhythm. They put their drinks on top of piano. I wonder if there are coasters under the glasses. They are very close to the piano man like they are going to talk to him, I hope they don't, it just makes the guy take long pauses. Stupid girls requested Volare now. Who plays Volare with piano. Oh shit, Italians are in the bar.. I realize it when everyone claps after Volare. Country roads.

Wasn't expecting but the bar became crowded on a Wed night. Finally Sweet Caroline which I think my goal was to hear it when I came here.