This week's stop? Murray's Pub:
We first heard about Murray's when they befriended us on our MySpace Page. The screen name for the bar's page is gloriously seedy, so we knew we had to make Murray's a stop on our tour. (The best part? They sent out a bulletin telling people that Bar Tuesdays was coming! Awesome.) Even though the outside of the bar is a little sketchy looking, the inside wasn't bad at all. There were shamrocks and green lights everywhere and everyone was friendly. Hell, there were even fake flowers all over the joint:
Who's swanky now, Rosie's? They also had a very interesting menu:
As the various members of the crew arrived, almost every one of them asked, "Who is trying the liver and onions?" The answer: no one. We may be jackasses sometimes, but we're not dumbasses. Manda and I are still curious about what exactly a "Cachupa" is (Frito: "El chupacabra?"), but we'll let that mystery live on.
We ended up with a big crew of 13 people this week, including some Bar Tuesday virgins, such as Manda's brother (in the middle):
Our buddy Val (who complained about us making her laugh too much):
And Lucy's husband, Mike:
Where better to enjoy newlywed love than at a seedy bar? NOWHERE, I TELL YOU.
As always, there were laughs and good times all around all night:
That's Paul showing off his new Carrie Underwood keychain to Manda. Oh, Paul.
We also engaged in some of our classic "we are classy" conversations, such as one involving someone asking one of our gay crew members if he could teach the guy's wife how to give a really good blow job.
At one point, I wandered into the back pool table room to hit the bathroom and discovered one of the greatest things I have ever seen in my life just waiting for me in the stall. Behold, the world's longest-handled plunger:
What the heck? It was awesome. When I went to get Manda to show her this discovery, she was eager to tell me about the other strange thing that I noticed when I walked into the bathroom - an old office chair:
This, of course, led to this week's mini-indoor photo shoot (the bar is in the middle of a neighborhood, so there was nothing fun around for an outdoor shoot this week). Since the entire bathroom was about the size of a handicapped stall, we didn't have much room to do much, so it's only a small photo shoot. But seriously, you can't go wrong with an office chair and a giant plunger, especially when they lead to genius shots such as this:
That is my new favorite Photo Shoot shot. To see the rest of the shoot, click here.
That picture is a great introduction into what we did the rest of the night at Murray's, which was some karaoke. We made this week a Wednesday night bar night as well to take advantage of the Wednesday-Sunday night karaoke at Murray's. Luckily, we picked a night that didn't have too many singers, so we were able to rock the mic all night long. And you know a karaoke night is going to be interesting when Paul STARTS things off with his signature Fergalicious, or as he was singing in parts the other night, Paulielicious:
My favorite part of the video is just after the break when Paul starts the rap - watch the local at the bar turn around and look at him all, "WTF?!" Love it. After that, every time it was his turn to sing, the karaoke DJ would announce, "It's Paulie time!" That is truly one of my favorite times.
In terms of the rest of us, since Murray's seemed like more of a rocker crowd, we tried to oblige them with many of our songs throughout the night. Here's a clip montage of some of the crew (and you can see us this time!):
Sadly, I had to leave before getting to see Manda pop her karaoke cherry late in the night with some Danzig. I need to see that done again.
Happily, I was still there when Frito emerged from the men's room and said, "You need to record some of the words of wisdom from the bathroom wall." Apparently, above the urinal (and below the stained wall) there were some classic sentiments scrawled on the wall, such as: "Poop tastes good," along with the witty retort, "So does your mom's poop," "Slayer Rules," and my absolute favorite, and the thing that instantly made me want to return to Murray's again, "John Tesh is an alien." WHO writes that on a bathroom wall? I asked my mother this question and she said, "It sounds like something you would write." It just sounds brilliant to me. Whoever wrote that clearly needs to call me.
And with that, another Bar Tuesday comes to a close. I mean, really, where else can you go from "John Tesh is an alien"? Anything after that will pale in comparison. But all in all, we had a great time as always, and Murray's made the "we'll have to go back there" list. Even if it's just to visit that awesome plunger.
We first heard about Murray's when they befriended us on our MySpace Page. The screen name for the bar's page is gloriously seedy, so we knew we had to make Murray's a stop on our tour. (The best part? They sent out a bulletin telling people that Bar Tuesdays was coming! Awesome.) Even though the outside of the bar is a little sketchy looking, the inside wasn't bad at all. There were shamrocks and green lights everywhere and everyone was friendly. Hell, there were even fake flowers all over the joint:
Who's swanky now, Rosie's? They also had a very interesting menu:
As the various members of the crew arrived, almost every one of them asked, "Who is trying the liver and onions?" The answer: no one. We may be jackasses sometimes, but we're not dumbasses. Manda and I are still curious about what exactly a "Cachupa" is (Frito: "El chupacabra?"), but we'll let that mystery live on.
We ended up with a big crew of 13 people this week, including some Bar Tuesday virgins, such as Manda's brother (in the middle):
Our buddy Val (who complained about us making her laugh too much):
And Lucy's husband, Mike:
Where better to enjoy newlywed love than at a seedy bar? NOWHERE, I TELL YOU.
As always, there were laughs and good times all around all night:
That's Paul showing off his new Carrie Underwood keychain to Manda. Oh, Paul.
We also engaged in some of our classic "we are classy" conversations, such as one involving someone asking one of our gay crew members if he could teach the guy's wife how to give a really good blow job.
At one point, I wandered into the back pool table room to hit the bathroom and discovered one of the greatest things I have ever seen in my life just waiting for me in the stall. Behold, the world's longest-handled plunger:
What the heck? It was awesome. When I went to get Manda to show her this discovery, she was eager to tell me about the other strange thing that I noticed when I walked into the bathroom - an old office chair:
This, of course, led to this week's mini-indoor photo shoot (the bar is in the middle of a neighborhood, so there was nothing fun around for an outdoor shoot this week). Since the entire bathroom was about the size of a handicapped stall, we didn't have much room to do much, so it's only a small photo shoot. But seriously, you can't go wrong with an office chair and a giant plunger, especially when they lead to genius shots such as this:
That is my new favorite Photo Shoot shot. To see the rest of the shoot, click here.
That picture is a great introduction into what we did the rest of the night at Murray's, which was some karaoke. We made this week a Wednesday night bar night as well to take advantage of the Wednesday-Sunday night karaoke at Murray's. Luckily, we picked a night that didn't have too many singers, so we were able to rock the mic all night long. And you know a karaoke night is going to be interesting when Paul STARTS things off with his signature Fergalicious, or as he was singing in parts the other night, Paulielicious:
My favorite part of the video is just after the break when Paul starts the rap - watch the local at the bar turn around and look at him all, "WTF?!" Love it. After that, every time it was his turn to sing, the karaoke DJ would announce, "It's Paulie time!" That is truly one of my favorite times.
In terms of the rest of us, since Murray's seemed like more of a rocker crowd, we tried to oblige them with many of our songs throughout the night. Here's a clip montage of some of the crew (and you can see us this time!):
Sadly, I had to leave before getting to see Manda pop her karaoke cherry late in the night with some Danzig. I need to see that done again.
Happily, I was still there when Frito emerged from the men's room and said, "You need to record some of the words of wisdom from the bathroom wall." Apparently, above the urinal (and below the stained wall) there were some classic sentiments scrawled on the wall, such as: "Poop tastes good," along with the witty retort, "So does your mom's poop," "Slayer Rules," and my absolute favorite, and the thing that instantly made me want to return to Murray's again, "John Tesh is an alien." WHO writes that on a bathroom wall? I asked my mother this question and she said, "It sounds like something you would write." It just sounds brilliant to me. Whoever wrote that clearly needs to call me.
And with that, another Bar Tuesday comes to a close. I mean, really, where else can you go from "John Tesh is an alien"? Anything after that will pale in comparison. But all in all, we had a great time as always, and Murray's made the "we'll have to go back there" list. Even if it's just to visit that awesome plunger.
eeeek.....sorry i missed out that week....that place looked craptacular!!
Posted by: T | August 14, 2008 at 10:13 PM