You youngsters may enjoy this blast from the past:

In the Spring of 1982 I flew into the city of my first commuter (regional) interview and met with the friend who had arranged it. As it was well past lunch time, we dispatched ourselves to a bar and grill near the airport and proceded to spend the afternoon and evening getting moderately well lit. This establishment was the "clubhouse" for this airlines hq city, and as the evening progressed more and more crews came off duty and joined us. I was made quite welcome, and have no clear idea what time we broke away from the party.

The next morning I awoke bleary eyed and head throbbing, took a quick shower and headed to the interview. When I was admitted to the chief pilot's office it turned out that he, the asst. chief, and the MEC chair were all present, as they had been the previous evening at the bar!! I was told that I had passed the interview last night, and merely needed to fill out the forms.

I doubt that this is common any longer.