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Helloooooooo Pub night! It's summer! Do you know what that means?
Well, yes, it is hotter than balls outside and cold as the antarctic inside, but that's not what I meant.
And true, there is nothing on TV. (Actually, is this true anymore?)
Okay, yeah, it is the height of baseball season. And now you're mocking me, because I know you don't care.
Nonono, it means that I am more likely to be willing to brave the bars in the Village while school's out. Such as this week's bar, Peculier Pub, which used to be an old standby until we all got bored with it for a while. I'm not entirely sure how we got tired of their 17 drafts and oodles of bottled beers.
Also, since it's summertime at NYU, there is a significantly decreased chance that one of us will be forced to turn to a drunk frosh and proclaim "I'm old enough to be your mother." I've yet to say this to anyone, but since I already think the young men on the train should pull up their pants, it's only a matter of time. Hurry, before the children come back!
- Jocelyn