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Friday, July 30, 2010

"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine."

Back to uni. Back to real life. Back to hell. Constitutional law will be the death of A and L, full time work just might quash even the hardest partier in J, and H is beginning to get bored of her new course after less than 2 weeks. Lucky B who doesn't care about uni at all and doesn't have to pay for it (her parents do) doesn't have the kind of problems the rest of us do. And K likes uni. Still can't understand why...

So, it having being a hard week we went to hit our usual Thursday night pub. Being a dedicated booze crew, we of course have a favourite bartender. When you go to the same pub every week, it happens. Our favourite bartender was boyishly cute, had a guns n roses tattoo and always have us doubles when we paid for singles. It was the perfect relationship. But alas, no more.

A couple of weeks ago (2??) K came along which doesn't always occur because she often works Thursday nights. She somehow managed to get in a fight with our favourite bartender about drink prices. She was refusing to pay more for jaeger rather than vodka, even though jaeger has never been a basic spirit in anyone's book and is never discounted in the same way as vodka. I mean, the guy gives us free booze anyway. What more can you ask for? Either way our bartender did not look happy and didn't serve any of us for the rest of the night. The following week things were back to normal until H commented on how his new haircut made him look like a girl and he went back to not serving us. We thought things would be fine again this week but not so. He not only doesn't serve us, but completely ignores us and pretends we aren't actually trying to speak to him.

What are we going to do without our favourite bartender?