Happy hour? Try happy day. Twist (2313 1st Ave) offers a 4 p.m. to midnight happy hour that ensures that even people with the shittiest jobs have a tolerable week. (Seriously, check out the menu. It’s awesome.)We miss the post-work rush by arriving at 8:30 p.m. on a Thursday. There are still several people on dates or in groups taking advantage of Twist’s awesome happy-hour menu (try the pomegranate martini!), but finding a good seat doesn’t present an issue — unless you’re one of those people who likes to sit by the front windows of a trendy establishment so that everyone passing by can witness how much fun you’re having.We have no qualms heading to the back because that’s where the bar’s most impressive attraction — an enormous, pig-shaped disco ball — is located. It’s impossible not to be hypnotized by the sparkly creature as it spins slowly above you. (Consequently, the lounge area is referred to by staff as the “pig room.”) The rest of Twist’s visually pleasing elements — the black-and-purple color scheme, urban art in the bathrooms, attractive female cocktail waitresses — pale in comparison. Alas, nothing is perfect. Twist’s biggest flaw is that it sometimes attracts patrons who believe that if a happy hour is eight hours, they should drink for all eight of those hours. A group of surly guys in wrinkled suits are slurring and stumbling by a mere 9:30 p.m. They smell bad and yell at me to “fuck off” when I refuse to indulge one’s request for a cigarette. (I further enrage them by giving one to a homeless man just minutes later.) Fortunately, Twist is well-prepared for these scenarios, as is evidenced by the 6-foot-9 bouncer working the door that night. He steps outside to ask that we throw our cigarette butts in the designated trash receptacle he’s set up. Then he turns to say something to the drunk 30-somethings, but they’ve wisely headed in the opposite direction.