early evening, today

fuck me, that was quite a day. leaving uni, I'm a little depressed knowing there's no chance of me finding a quiet place to have a drink after dinner; it's not that kind of town.
I head toward a bar - 'friday night party', it advertises - anyway. thankfully, it's one of those places that just spent > 1 mil renovating, and now it's been re-opened for 2 months idiot locals remember why they hated it in the first place.
very pleasantly quiet, apart from the monotone (not even MIDI) ringtone striking every few minutes from behind the bar. Oh no, it can't be! it's 'Rondo ala Turk'. And rudd thinks we need a 'culture' commission in oz2020.

jebus. just spoke to the bar wench, the source of the ring tone. turns out she only works here because she dropped out of her course at wuni and that only happened because she, you guessed it, spent too much time at wunibar. Now, the interesting thing here is that she was happy with it when she started, but the crapper wunibar got, the drunker she'd get there. simply, reasonably, of course, because one had to be that much drunker just to deal with it. and now she's gone. and now she's here.
at least the workload of serving me a gentle drinky every 20 min. is roughly analogous to that required by wuni. fucking wuni.