I’m going to happy hour. I never get to go to happy hour. I mean, I have many happy hours, but they are rarely within the widely accepted happy-hour range of 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. and they are NEVER on a Friday. Well, I take that back. I’ve had a few but I tend to not associate them with happy hour since they don’t end until well into Saturday. But today, I am going to grab Friday by the happy hour and live it up, responsibly. To celebrate this rare opportunity and the soon-to-be achievement of being in bed before 8 p.m. on a weekend night, I’m celebrating Pie Chart Friday by charting out everything that I am looking for in a happy hour. I realize this is fairly unbelievable, because we all know the only thing I require in a happy hour is booze, but today is different. I have standards.
Ha! I can’t believe you bought that. Standards, yeah right! Granted, with respect to a number of things, I definitely do have standards–incredibly, almost unbelievably low standards, but standards nevertheless. But not with respect to happy hour, although on a normal day I suppose that 3 percent “friends” category would be non-existent. Who needs friends when you have cheap booze?!