Since the earliest days of our foundation, our forefathers and their forefathers have celebrated something resembling National Duck Out of Work for a Drink Day.

It's always day of camarederie, merriment, and spending 15 minutes away from what, even Benjamin Franklin, called that cramped gulag that passes for a cubicle.

Since last year, when The Awl's Alex Balk, declared it so, August 25 has held the official honor.

So, cubicle dwellers of Baltimore, where are you going to go tomorrow when you duck out of work for a drink?