Some Ukrainians far off in Washington D.C. were apparently celebrating the revolution, in the typical manner people celebrate World Cup victories:

I walked around the streets of downtown Washington D.C. (eerily empty on the weekend) after leaving M.H. It was then that I saw the "flag wearer" above. I got on the Metro and rode off to join my father and some of the church people for dinner (D.L. and the J.D. family).
It was a busy day, in which I entered and exited the District of Columbia twice, a rare thing for me. I seemed to be zipping around all the time the whole day. That very morning -- about dawn -- I'd gone to the train station to help my mother with her train ride to Connecticut. She will be there helping her sister for a few weeks, at least....