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What’s in a Happy Hour?

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Age 8 – 22: Happy hour consists of two things – Sonic + an obscenely large drink

Before you could drive it was all dependent on whether your parents would take you to happy hour on the way home from school. Those days consisted mostly of Cherry Limeades, Slushies and Ocean Water, before you got into the hard stuff.

Then you get into high school and you either you have cool friends who can drive or an older boyfriend. You have more leeway here than with your parents, able to persuade friends with the promise of an ice cold drink with the best ice ever.

Once you can drive you realize you can go to happy hour whenever you want, but it’s not nearly as much fun by yourself. (see similarities to second happy hour below) So in college when you’re heading home from class or out running errands with your roommates and you see what time it is (2-4pm) it’s a must.

Sonic happy hour to me = summer, sunroof down, loud music, great friends and the hard stuff – a super extra large Diet Coke. It just doesn’t get much better than that.

Age 22 – ?: Happy hour consists of two things – great atmosphere + adult beverage

Before graduating college and getting a 8-5(ish) job, I didn’t understand happy hour. Happy hour is 4-6? What kind of time frame was that? Who wanted to go get a drink at that time? Then I got a job and by the time 5 o’clock rolled around, I totally understood.

I’ll never forget my first “real” happy hour almost two years ago. One of my best friend’s and I started working “real” jobs and met up at a bar in Rogers after work. We felt so adult. It was such a novel idea at the time.

Fast forward two years later and happy hour is an almost weekly staple. I’ve had happy hours with co-workers, girlfriends, college friends, even meeting husband every once in a while. Sometime’s it’s at the Gucci Gas Station, sometimes beautiful patios. For birthdays (see husband’s 25th below), for job celebrations, for just because.

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I officially started a standing Monthly Girls Happy Hour in 2013 and so far it’s been a hit. We switch up the place every month and whoever can come comes and can invite whoever. It’s a great way to stay connected and end the workday or workweek.

What is it about happy hour that makes you feel so happy? It might be the atmosphere, it might be the drink (whether Diet Coke or wine), it might be the end of day timing. I really think its all those things combined with the single perfect ingredient – the people you’re with.

xo xo


Grownup Snow Days

You go to bed wishing, hoping, praying. You can barely sleep all night. You wake up in the middle of the night and run to the window to see what it looks like outside. You wake up at 5am, turn on the TV and watch for your school at the bottom of the screen. You’re hoping for a SNOW DAY.

I remember those nights growing up all too well. Since we don’t get a lot of snow here when we do it basically shuts everything down and you’re pretty much guaranteed at least one snow day a winter.

Those were the elementary school, jr. high and high school days. No school = play day/snow day/fun day.

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Then you get to college.

I’ll never forget my sophomore year we were expecting a huge ice storm. The UA kept sending out emails saying they hadn’t closed school for snow/ice ever. (Maybe it wasn’t ever, but it was like 30 years or something crazy.) So I wasn’t expecting school to be cancelled and I definitely wasn’t expecting school to be cancelled for a week, but that’s certainly what happened – The Great Ice Storm of 2009. There are a lot of things I’ll never forget about that week. Let’s just put it this way, we were the only people who had power so we had about 10-12 people staying with us for a week. Infer from that what you will.

While that was awesome, it wasn’t quite as exciting as snow days growing up because guess what your assignments are still due the same day they were due before the ice-pocalypse. Your teachers can email you. You can email assignments to your teachers. Sometimes I curse technological advancements.

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We actually ended up having two more of these storms while I was in college, not near as bad as 2009, but just as entertaining. During Snow Storm 2010 I’ll never forget is walking 2 miles to Gusano’s for pizza. Totally worth it.

Read my blog post “What I’ve Learned in College, Snow Days Edition” here.

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{Snow Storm 2010 walk to Gusano’s}

But here’s the thing. I’m not in high school any more. I’m not in college any more. I’m not a kid waiting by the window any more. Now I’m an adult with a real job that doesn’t close because of snow or ice. We have computers. We have blackberrys. We have deadlines and projects and social media. (which never sleeps!) A snow day does not mean a play day anymore. So as I watch the snow out the window and read about the impending overnight ice, it’s not quite as exciting as it use to be. But hey, c’est la vie, and one thing I am looking forward to is the day I have kids of my own and I get to see their excitement for a snow day.

xo xo