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.