Two Very Related Stories and Nothing to Connect Them

First story: I was bored last night, since I don't know anyone here yet so I set off for a walk. I found a restaurant that was open and I went to order some food. This guy starts talking to me and it's apparent he's quite drunk. He invites me to eat with him and he shares his fries with me. We start talking and it turns out that he's an economics professor at WU. That's what he said, at least. I'm only partially inclined to believe him. Anyways, he gets us a couple of beers and winds up paying for the whole meal. Actually, I'm not sure he paid, but whatever. I got a free meal out of it. Then he badgers me into following him and he takes me to this bar and asks me to pay for the beer. I say alright, and we walk into this small little bar with about six people. I met them all. They were mourning the loss of a man, Mike Malloy, who apparently was a great basketball player in the states playing in the ABA and he coached ball in Austria. Mike was close friends with Dr. J. His son Ryan, who's 20 was at the bar and the bartender kept passing out shots. There was a Scotsman named Gordon who has lived all over the place. He once spent a couple days holed up in Nepal with his wife playing cards and drinking with Mr. and Mrs. Robert Redford. He says Robert keeps asking him to come to Sundance to hang out. There were a lot of cool people there and it was a really good time.

Story number two: I woke up in Floridsdorf - the 21st district in Wien - with no idea how to get home. I walked in circles until I realized the tram stations have maps in them. That's how I discovered that I was on the wrong side of the river. And it was raining. It took me a bit but I found the U6 subway which goes right to where I live.

And that's all I have to say about that.