We luck into hailing a cab, sparing us a chilly walk across town.  We're in the mood for one more drink, so we head into Fingers Piano Bar, a truly European-feeling discotheque (once again, the vagaries of the rules dictating when pubs must close, verses taverns, versus other types of bars, are lost on us; we just head toward the sound of music and drunkenness).   It's loud and close, so after one drink we head off to bed.