Happy hour. Probably our very favorite hour of the day. There is nothing quite like throwing back half-priced cocktails in an attempt to forget that you just spent eight hours in an office and will be doing the same tomorrow. But we have all experienced the pangs of regret the next morning after drowning sorrows in $7 caipirinhas.
The mid-week hangover is the worst hangover of all. Slightly less ferocious than its weekend counterpart, unless you had an especially bad day or are a recent graduate without a real grasp of life. Still, there is nothing worse than counting down the minutes until you can go home as you pop Advils, do no work, and hate your life.
But we still do it time and time again. There has to be a better way, right? Yes there is.
Your guide to drinking on weeknights: