Like a senior citizen reflects on their life before dying, I, a senior at the University of Wisconsin, have been reflecting on my college days before graduation in May — particularly the nights I’ve spent at Madison’s student bars.
My birthdate ends in 2003, so I’m practically fossilized, but my four years have given me insight into the best and worst of our city’s watering holes — my wizened, leathery hands have clutched drinks at just about every bar west of Capitol Square. The best I can do before I kick the bucket (graduate) is share my stories and wisdom that I’ve acquired from countless nights spent at our city’s most popular student bars.
Chasers 2.0…