Ahhh, I remember back when Thursday was the roudiest night of the week. I kid you not, in my college town, we could get DOLLAR PITCHERS of natty light. It was always funny watching the mad rush to the bar at 9 when happy hour was over...cause the price went back up...to 2.50...
Now I'm just an old fart that has to take a nap before going out to see a band on a Thursday and have to drink two glasses of water for every beer I have...and even if the second set seems appealing, I ditch out early as to be in bed by 12:30. Ugh.