A long lab, a tough exam, the end of a tiring week. Thank God for Happy Hours! They're an excuse to drink before dinner, a reason to drink twice as much (Hey! I saved money!) and a time to go crazy after life at URI got to be just a little unbearable. Happy hours are the salvation of every URI student, a tem porary escape from the pro blems and pressures of college life. Surrounded by friends, we laugh and drink, talk and drink, eat and drink, drink and drink. How often we find ourselves seated at the bar in Casey's, a drink in each hand, toasting everyone and everything. Or maybe instead we take a quick, late afternoon trip to Maxi's "before dinner." (Funny we never quite make it back
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to Butterfield before it closes. Or we return to our houses down-the-line and collapse on the sofa without the strength to reach the kitchen.) On Fridays, we have to gob ble down our dinner to make it to Caesar's by 7 o'clock for a "bar position." It seems that every local drinking establishment offers some kind of drink special to satisfy even the most im poverished college student:
two-fers, $1.50 pitchers,
happy prices, open bar and ladies night. They're all part of our never-ending opportunity to celebrate, socialize, forget or hour
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Sharon Craddock