I Hate...Tiernans (Stamford, CT)

Never fails...
We walk in and the fucking coverband starts to play "Dont Stop Believin". Every fucking time. I'm convinced that you NEED to learn that song in order to graduate COVERBAND UNIVERSITY.

So you want to be a coverband? Gimme your best "Don't Stop Believin".

I love Journey...I now hate that song.

Eyebrows

The long and short of it:
Tiernans is always packed to the brim. Good for them. But lets not forget we are in the heart on MANford CT, so when i say "packed" what I really mean is that its like being inside a steamed packet of Ballpark Franks. I can almost taste the sweat of every "bro" that pushes me out of the way to get to the bar.

Not 5 minutes after our entry into the bar I am pushed by this bushy eyebrowed chump in a button down. Now, I fully acknowledge that on most days I deserve to be pushed around, but rest assured, tonight, i did nothing. I look the dick in the face and say, "What the fuck are you doing?" He says nothing and continues to mack on two girls that can only be described as "Classic Dirt Filths" or simply "CDFs"

Not two minutes later, my friend and I are at the bar ordering dranks when we are violently jolted by Eyebrows and his band of merry men SCREAMING the lyrics to "Welcome to the Jungle" (another sweaty coverband classic) in our faces. This will not stand. We turn around to inquire about this kid's problem again, after which he turns and points to his friend and says something to the effect of "Oh you wanna fight this kid?!?"

Utterly confused, we walk away.

(note to self: My wish is to have this blog become so popular that one day EyeBrows reads it and realizes how much of a sizzling ass-master he is.)

Cougars

Moving on, I'm two whiskeys deep in conversation with my homey Jeff. After a few minutes of talking about how Jeff tried to teach his mother the "flying knee" as a matter of self defense, we are approached by a cougar and a CIT (cougar in training).

Cougar: I heard you guys say MOTHER...are you making fun of me?!

Me: No we were trying to teach his mother how to fight.

Cougar: (drunk and disoriented) I like that T-Shirt! Its Cool!

Me: I know what you're doing...

Cougar: Huh?

Me: You're trying to hit on us. Its cool. (mimicking) "Ooooo look at the cool teeshirt!". I've seen it 1000 times.

Cougar: You know I design t-shirts. (blah blah blah bullshit about starting her own buissiness). So watch out for my website!

Me: Ok lady, sell me. Why would I wanna buy your shit?

Cougar: (thinks for 40 to 45 seconds)...cuz they are awesome...and cool to wear.

Me: Thats a horrible sales pitch...you can do better than that.

Im sure she said something else but I stopped paying attention. Plus she got pretty pissed at Jeff after he rested his arm on her head.


Potential Ass Kicking #2

After a few shots and 4 or 5 beers, it's safe to say that Jeff was a little tipsy. All I remember is the bouncer walking up behind Jeff and looking puzzled because Jeff refused to move out of his way. The guy wasn't just confused. He was baffled to say the least. As if to say "Look at these triceps?! Why is this guy still in my way?!". The following is what i remember of their short but entertaining interaction...

Bouncer: When you see me coming...you get OUT of my way!

Jeff: (complete with shit eating grin) I'M THE CUSTOMER....SO YOU CAN GET OUT OF MY WAY!

Me: (puts hand out between the two) Please don't kill him.

He walked away...Jeff is still alive...everybody wins.

Fucking Dance

Next, we took it upon ourselves to befriend two women standing alone near the back wall of the bar, having been abandoned by their men.

Me: Didn't you two come here with dudes? Why arent you dancing?

Wall flower Sisters: Oh..hahaha...they aren't drunk enough yet. (point to the bar)

Their men were laughing it up at the bar as if it was boys night out. Now, I dont know anything about these women. They could have been horrid, nagging bitches... but they seemed nice enough. So, I felt bad for them.

Deciding our work was done for the night, we start to leave the bar. As we walked out, I glanced over towards the two women hoping that they would be with their men...dancing in a jubilant fashion. To my dismay, they were still all alone near the wall. At first, I was genuinely sad about this. I couldn't help by think, "Why would anyone stay in a relationship with someone who treats you like a winter coat, leaving you in a corner until the end of the night?" Have some respect for yourself...dance if you want to.

I mutter to myself: "nice fucking life"

and walk out.

My advice for this week: Dance

Hacky