Without a doubt, Blackout Wednesday is every suburban 20something's favorite holiday of the year. You know that special night before Thanksgiving, where everyone from your hometown gathers at the bar that looked really cool when you were a teen (but actually sucks), throws down some cold ones, and a de facto reunion commences.
This goes without saying, but it's going be awkward. Someone's going to accidentally insult your line of work. You're going to reminisce about some awesome party that person you're talking to wasn't invited to. Someone's going to dramatically condescend the people who "got sucked into staying here" and I'm going to defensively assert "Tulsa is awesome you pretentious POS!!" for the fourth year in a row. Don't worry, it's all a part of the weekend's charm.