I realize Jack's lost DJ Purple, which is about as devastating as losing Buster Posey in May, but I can't help but think the bar is intentionally trying to fuck up the magic that was Karaoke Thursdays.  The lights were so bright that I got confused and thought I was drinking in the hospital.  And their famed mini-pitchers of Busch?  No more.  It's only overpriced beer in plastic cups from here on out.

On the bright side, it was deader than a doornail in there.  You could get up as much as you wanted.