I like Happy Hour. Is there ever a more glorious hour (or hours)? The time at the end of a day in the middle of the week to hang out with co-workers, Clients or friends can be a cure-all for that which ails ya. Many great stories can stem from this post-work indulgence, good and bad. And usually, as long it wasn't one of those Client happy hours, even the bad stories are good. Some folks like to strike up conversations with random ladies or gents (read: gettin' digits, yo), while others choose to order round after round and sink their worries in a puddle of
Yuengling and tears.
Personally, I prefer the corner booth at a city pub with good friends. I like to see the table, be in the middle of the conversation, share the good time with everyone. So take some time for yourself today, head out to your
favorite drinking establishment and enjoy an hour of happiness.
I like Happy Hour. Is there ever a more glorious hour (or hours)? The time at the end of a day in the middle of the week to hang out with co-workers, Clients or friends can be a cure-all for that which ails ya. Many great stories can stem from this post-work indulgence, good and bad. And usually, as long it wasn't one of those Client happy hours, even the bad stories are good. Some folks like to strike up conversations with random ladies or gents (read: gettin' digits, yo), while others choose to order round after round and sink their worries in a puddle of Yuengling and tears.
Personally, I prefer the corner booth at a city pub with good friends. I like to see the table, be in the middle of the conversation, share the good time with everyone. So take some time for yourself today, head out to your favorite drinking establishment and enjoy an hour of happiness.
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