Even Happy Hours are Better Here.

To spice things up a little bit, and just to add something I contributed to another blog written by other Dayton Exchange Students (Luke and Garrett) in Hawaii I've added the following here. It's a must read for anybody that loves a good happy hour, and let's be honest, who doesn't? Enjoy...

We're diving into a world known to few, and lived by even fewer. It is the land of the four-hour happy hour.

That’s right. You read that right. Four hours of happy. That’s not a happy hour. That’s a happy 1/6 of your day. Our happy sixth happens to fall on each and every Wednesday here on the island.

Wednesday’s here are days men only dream of. It starts out with class (or the beach if you only go to class twice a week…damn you Garrett) which leads right into Max Out Wednesday at the Silver Sword. Another class follows and then before you know it it’s time to head to On Stage for the first of two stops.

As Dayton students, our reputation preceeded us. The bartender, Dave, seemed to already know of UD and the exchange program that brings UD kids here every year.

Dave appreciates UD kids because, as Luke contends, UD kids always out number other guests at On Stage. That is especially true for Wednesday happy hour from 5-7 featuring $1.50 drafts and $5 pitchers, darts and billards.

After On Stage happy hour, the crew heads for the Karaoke Hut which features $2 domestic bottles and enough karaoke to make a grown man cry. Things pick up pace at the Hut. After enjoying all that On Stage has to offer for a rather affordable price, let’s just say, we’re all feeling a little more happy.

Four hours after we started (around nine o’clock) our happy sixth is essentially over. That is, of course, if you don’t count the meal we have before going home…

Last week? Burgers on the Edge. Group consensus: Good not great and too expensive.

Last night? Hawaiian BBQ. Group consensus: A…wait for it…MAZING.

Beverages were consumed. Fun was had, and most importantly, great food was eaten.

So the next time you find yourself bored on a Wednesday night just be happy. Smile because, as the saying goes, it is 5 o’clock somewhere. Or 6 or 7 or 8 or 9.

Happiness is not an hour (or even four) its a state of mind. Every hour is my happy hour. Some just so happen to be more happy than others.


I'll be back Tuesday with my normal weekly narrative. Until then, Alhoa.