The best pub day I had was when it was heavy snow (2010 I think) and nobody could make it to work, so me and my brother went to the pub for lunch, then stayed in all day drinking pints. There was a funeral group in whose funeral had been cancelled because of the weather, so they basically were having a party and they gave us steak pie for dinner.
Later on we walked home in the middle of the road because the streets were deserted and I fell over (the way when your legs fly up like you’ve stepped on a cartoon banana peel) and couldn’t get up for about 10 minutes.