Bar Tuesdays: Season Three - Week Two
Oh, Eddie's: A Drinking Establishment - how we love you so.
Last night we headed back to one of our favorite spots from last year, good ol' Eddie's (Click there to see their website, which captures so much of the Eddie's essence. As it says on the page, "There are no strangers at Eddie's, only friends." An English teacher would have a heart attack reading the copy on the site. It also features their menu, which is stuff like burgers, mozzarella sticks, BLTs, and...chicken alfredo. What?!). We were excited to have a newcomer last night who found us through our site when she was looking for a new dive bar in the area after her favorite one closed down. She loved our stories and decided to join us, which is what we hope everyone wants to do. When she arrived, she came up to me and asked, "Is that one of yours outside peeing in the parking lot?" Nope. Welcome to Bar Tuesdays, Manda. (I love the fact that a random guy peeing is the first thing she saw when she came to a bar night. So perfect.)
We were also glad to welcome back Bar Tuesday co-creators Lauren and Kristin, who were missing from the fall/winter mini-tour because of school:
Of course, Paul has his own special way of saying, "Good to have you back at the bars!":
Classy as always.
When we arrived at Eddie's last night, we noticed that they had moved some things around since we were there a year ago. Our Bar Tuesdays long table was now moved to the side right in front of the jukebox, which was even better for us. And why was it moved? To make room for the regulars to do some Wii bowling:
Awesome. Also awesome? Those regulars - they were KILLING it on the Wii bowling, even though one may have been breaking Pam's Rule Of Sweatpants:
[Pam's Rule Of Sweatpants: They should only be worn outside of the house if you are going to the hospital or the gym (especially the kind with the elastic-leg bottoms - get some track pants for crying out loud).]
When we saw the Wii, we were all thinking that Eddie's was getting all kinds of classy on us, but then we ventured into the bathrooms. Last year they were very clean and unassuming. This time around...well...:
I was initially a little creeped out by the ladies room, but it turned out to be okay. I think Kristin summed it up best when she came out and exclaimed, "I thought someone had shit all over the toilet, but it was just rust." The boys, on the other hand, did not fare so well. Brent came out with a full report, saying that the urinal just looked like "bacteria" and that there was no handle on it, so he couldn't figure out how to flush it. And, as usual, the toilet didn't have a door and there were no paper towels. After Frito braved it in there, he came out and said, "The bottom of the urinal looks like someone went in there and just pressed 'blend.'" Ew. Also? So accurate:
I guess that would kind of explain the peeing in the parking lot, which Paul ended up doing twice later on in the night. And because Paul was tipsy and is always classy, he felt the need to point it out to me and Manda when we were going home, all "That's my little pool of urine right there." Nice. Wait, Manda, why are you running away?
Speaking of Manda, here she is with her friend German, who came along for a little while:
Welcome to the crew, girl. Speaking of the crew, here we are:
Remember when I said that Paul was a little tipsy last night? Yeah.
And here is Frito enjoying some of the free reading material that was left on the tables. I took one home and read it during lunch at work today. My co-workers were passing it around.
The night was filled with some great random moments, including a guy who walked into the bar dressed in a black bowler hat, a t-shirt and vest and black pants, and who walked in and started dancing somewhat like Michael Jackson. He let out a few whoops, gave us the finger guns, and then left. That was all. He just walked into the bar, danced for about 45 seconds, and then walked back out, never to be seen again the rest of the night. I just sat there and asked, "What just happened?" It was bizarre.
We also took control of the jukebox for almost the whole night, and while we played a lot of good stuff, including such bar staples as Guns n' Roses, Journey, The Black Crowes, Queen, etc., we also played a LOT of questionable and ridiculous material. We mixed most of it in so it would just pop up randomly between two normal songs. However, I did reach a new low in my ridiculous material last night. Oh yes, worse than when I played MMMBop at a seedy place. But we'll get to my Jukebox Crime in a sec - first, let's start with the good stuff we played, such as this:
You can never go wrong with a little Gavin. Manda and German also broke out Otis Redding's Try a Little Tenderness, which led to a woman at the bar yelling, "Great song!" Anyway, since I had to have my Gavin, Brent got to play his favorite song by his celebrity girlfriend:
We're still not doing too bad. But then - well, I didn't take pictures of all of our choices, but just know that we subjected the bar patrons to See You Again by Miley Cyrus, the theme song to Snakes on a Plane, Beep by the Pussycat Dolls, and Trapped in the Closet, Chapter 4 (how can you not pick the one that ends with "rubber, rubber, rubber?"). And then Paul went and played this:
If you can't read it, that is a song called Turn It Up by one Paris Hilton. Oh, Paul. Maybe I should blame it on the Flaming Dr. Pepper shots that he and some of the crew indulged in:
But then again, what can I blame my Jukebox Crime on? Actually, I'm blaming Frito, because he's the one who put the idea in my head. At one point later in the night, he just looked at me and asked, "Pam, did they have Bet On It on the jukebox?" I gasped and jumped up to check. Sure enough, they did. I was out of dollar bills at that point, but that didn't stop me from wheeling around and screaming at Frito, "GIVE ME MONEY!!" It also came out in some strange monster-y voice. Where did I come from? Anyway, he had a dollar bill, and moments later I had the sounds of Zac Efron getting angry on a golf course echoing throughout Eddie's:
Of course, jackass that I am, I jumped up and started doing some of the dance moves along with the song. Then Paul was yelling out instructions, "Give me sand! I want to see the angry sand part," and "Ooh, now do when he looks in the water - look in your glass and do it." And, of course, I did. I really thought I had crossed a bad, bad jukebox no-no line until a guy who was sitting at the bar came up to me after the song was over and asked if I had played the last song. When I confirmed that I did, he handed me two dollars and said, "Here, play more just like it!" If that is not the height of awesomeness, I don't know what is. I kind of want to play Bet On It in every bar that has it now to see if people hand me money afterwards. If not, I'll just keep going back to Eddie's - they like us there. On our way out at the end of the night, a drunk woman stopped us and thanked us for all of the great tunes we played all night, saying that we made her night and that we were awesome. Oh, Eddie's - there really are no strangers, only friends....
Friends who play songs from High School Musical and then have money handed to them afterwards to play more. God, I love Eddie's.
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Are you a local and want to know where we're going to be next week so you can join us? Well, now we have a calendar on our MySpace home page that will list the name and address of where we are headed next. Come have a drink with us!
Last night we headed back to one of our favorite spots from last year, good ol' Eddie's (Click there to see their website, which captures so much of the Eddie's essence. As it says on the page, "There are no strangers at Eddie's, only friends." An English teacher would have a heart attack reading the copy on the site. It also features their menu, which is stuff like burgers, mozzarella sticks, BLTs, and...chicken alfredo. What?!). We were excited to have a newcomer last night who found us through our site when she was looking for a new dive bar in the area after her favorite one closed down. She loved our stories and decided to join us, which is what we hope everyone wants to do. When she arrived, she came up to me and asked, "Is that one of yours outside peeing in the parking lot?" Nope. Welcome to Bar Tuesdays, Manda. (I love the fact that a random guy peeing is the first thing she saw when she came to a bar night. So perfect.)
We were also glad to welcome back Bar Tuesday co-creators Lauren and Kristin, who were missing from the fall/winter mini-tour because of school:
Of course, Paul has his own special way of saying, "Good to have you back at the bars!":
Classy as always.
When we arrived at Eddie's last night, we noticed that they had moved some things around since we were there a year ago. Our Bar Tuesdays long table was now moved to the side right in front of the jukebox, which was even better for us. And why was it moved? To make room for the regulars to do some Wii bowling:
Awesome. Also awesome? Those regulars - they were KILLING it on the Wii bowling, even though one may have been breaking Pam's Rule Of Sweatpants:
[Pam's Rule Of Sweatpants: They should only be worn outside of the house if you are going to the hospital or the gym (especially the kind with the elastic-leg bottoms - get some track pants for crying out loud).]
When we saw the Wii, we were all thinking that Eddie's was getting all kinds of classy on us, but then we ventured into the bathrooms. Last year they were very clean and unassuming. This time around...well...:
I was initially a little creeped out by the ladies room, but it turned out to be okay. I think Kristin summed it up best when she came out and exclaimed, "I thought someone had shit all over the toilet, but it was just rust." The boys, on the other hand, did not fare so well. Brent came out with a full report, saying that the urinal just looked like "bacteria" and that there was no handle on it, so he couldn't figure out how to flush it. And, as usual, the toilet didn't have a door and there were no paper towels. After Frito braved it in there, he came out and said, "The bottom of the urinal looks like someone went in there and just pressed 'blend.'" Ew. Also? So accurate:
I guess that would kind of explain the peeing in the parking lot, which Paul ended up doing twice later on in the night. And because Paul was tipsy and is always classy, he felt the need to point it out to me and Manda when we were going home, all "That's my little pool of urine right there." Nice. Wait, Manda, why are you running away?
Speaking of Manda, here she is with her friend German, who came along for a little while:
Welcome to the crew, girl. Speaking of the crew, here we are:
Remember when I said that Paul was a little tipsy last night? Yeah.
And here is Frito enjoying some of the free reading material that was left on the tables. I took one home and read it during lunch at work today. My co-workers were passing it around.
The night was filled with some great random moments, including a guy who walked into the bar dressed in a black bowler hat, a t-shirt and vest and black pants, and who walked in and started dancing somewhat like Michael Jackson. He let out a few whoops, gave us the finger guns, and then left. That was all. He just walked into the bar, danced for about 45 seconds, and then walked back out, never to be seen again the rest of the night. I just sat there and asked, "What just happened?" It was bizarre.
We also took control of the jukebox for almost the whole night, and while we played a lot of good stuff, including such bar staples as Guns n' Roses, Journey, The Black Crowes, Queen, etc., we also played a LOT of questionable and ridiculous material. We mixed most of it in so it would just pop up randomly between two normal songs. However, I did reach a new low in my ridiculous material last night. Oh yes, worse than when I played MMMBop at a seedy place. But we'll get to my Jukebox Crime in a sec - first, let's start with the good stuff we played, such as this:
You can never go wrong with a little Gavin. Manda and German also broke out Otis Redding's Try a Little Tenderness, which led to a woman at the bar yelling, "Great song!" Anyway, since I had to have my Gavin, Brent got to play his favorite song by his celebrity girlfriend:
We're still not doing too bad. But then - well, I didn't take pictures of all of our choices, but just know that we subjected the bar patrons to See You Again by Miley Cyrus, the theme song to Snakes on a Plane, Beep by the Pussycat Dolls, and Trapped in the Closet, Chapter 4 (how can you not pick the one that ends with "rubber, rubber, rubber?"). And then Paul went and played this:
If you can't read it, that is a song called Turn It Up by one Paris Hilton. Oh, Paul. Maybe I should blame it on the Flaming Dr. Pepper shots that he and some of the crew indulged in:
But then again, what can I blame my Jukebox Crime on? Actually, I'm blaming Frito, because he's the one who put the idea in my head. At one point later in the night, he just looked at me and asked, "Pam, did they have Bet On It on the jukebox?" I gasped and jumped up to check. Sure enough, they did. I was out of dollar bills at that point, but that didn't stop me from wheeling around and screaming at Frito, "GIVE ME MONEY!!" It also came out in some strange monster-y voice. Where did I come from? Anyway, he had a dollar bill, and moments later I had the sounds of Zac Efron getting angry on a golf course echoing throughout Eddie's:
Of course, jackass that I am, I jumped up and started doing some of the dance moves along with the song. Then Paul was yelling out instructions, "Give me sand! I want to see the angry sand part," and "Ooh, now do when he looks in the water - look in your glass and do it." And, of course, I did. I really thought I had crossed a bad, bad jukebox no-no line until a guy who was sitting at the bar came up to me after the song was over and asked if I had played the last song. When I confirmed that I did, he handed me two dollars and said, "Here, play more just like it!" If that is not the height of awesomeness, I don't know what is. I kind of want to play Bet On It in every bar that has it now to see if people hand me money afterwards. If not, I'll just keep going back to Eddie's - they like us there. On our way out at the end of the night, a drunk woman stopped us and thanked us for all of the great tunes we played all night, saying that we made her night and that we were awesome. Oh, Eddie's - there really are no strangers, only friends....
Friends who play songs from High School Musical and then have money handed to them afterwards to play more. God, I love Eddie's.
________________________________
Are you a local and want to know where we're going to be next week so you can join us? Well, now we have a calendar on our MySpace home page that will list the name and address of where we are headed next. Come have a drink with us!
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