Thursday nights are Pub nights. #IGTR

Thursday night on Rice campus.  At this point you have either done all your homework or have consciously decided to put it off until the weekend (let's be honest, that's what Sunday nights are for, right?).  You're amped up and want to celebrate the start of the College Weekend (Thursday, Friday, Saturday).  Then you hear it.  The call you've been waiting for.

You are powerless to remain in your room.  Before you know it, you've joined a mass of fellow pub-goers and are on your way.  You head in through the back way and down the Stairs of Doom.

You ability to reach Pub is also inversely proportional to the height of your heels, should you be wearing them.

It may be a struggle, but you finally reach the door to the RMC basement, which experience has taught you that you can open without an ID card if you just try hard enough.  

Depending on how often you visit pub, you either hover awkwardly on the fringes, wondering how everyone else knows each other, or you know everyone.  If you know everyone, you're probably a Pub regular.  One time, you meet a friend of a friend at Coffeehouse and they ask you if you work at Pub.  You say no and they say, "Oh, I just assumed."  You wonder what that means about your life and your choices.

You remember the first time you went to pub as a freshman.  Not gonna lie.  It was pretty flippin' awkward.  You just sat with your suite mates and didn't talk to anyone.  But you actually know some people from other colleges now.  You have people to talk to other than your suite mates (although they're still pretty great).  You realize that knowing people at Pub is the key to enjoying Pub.  And the more people you know at Pub, the more people you meet at Pub.

You love Pub.  Any night of the week is worthy of Pub.  But Thursday nights?  Thursday nights are Pub nights.