I used to quite like going into pubs on my own when I was younger.
I lived in New Zealand for a while and occasionally had to go into Wellington for various things, there was a pub near(ish) the train station, the trains only went about 3 times a day each way.
I'd get there early in the morning, do whatever it was, go to the tax office or whatever, and I'd be done early, so to kill some time I'd go into some pub I'd find.
Something about being in a pub in a city 12000 miles from where you grew up, no one knows who you are was quite cool
I remember one time there, I met a bloke and we were talking about work, I did a manual job at the time, and that day had been using some epoxy that has stained my hands and by coincidence so had this guy. Anyway we got chatting after some beer turned out the guy had sone weed.
We walked around the corner had a little smoke.
Now for someone who had smoked a lot of the old magic tobacco recently, this stuff was particularly potent. We went back to the pub to buy by that time I was basically wrecked. Anyway, time came for the last train, probably like 6:30pm, so not late, very much as still daylight, completely stoned, I was walking around a busy Wellington train station, I was so bad, sone random lady came up to me and said "your so ******".
i managed to get the right train back up to Carterton, and home, had somewhat sobered up by the time I got back.