I sez..."Gopher it dude". You really drove home how I too miss the scene. Not going out until the stylish time of 11:00 PM. The telltale smell of past-shampooable beer-soaked shag carpet, not being able to hear right for a day or two, swearing you'll 'never do that again'...at least till NEXT Friday night at 11:00, taking on all comers in foosball, or "last call, last call" beckoning for 'one more' before riding the bike home in the rain. Doesn't get much better than that. And it IS Saturday night tonight. Hmmm...
Ah, isnt that the best bit entirely! Swearing you will never do it again until the next week when asi if by a piece of deja vu magic you are doing exactly the same again!!
Sort of like Groundhog Day at the Pub, only Mr. Murray didn't have a noggin splitter every time the alarm clock went off..