tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post2793112927882136375..comments2008-08-01T11:32:18.054-04:00JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17955997796680398909noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-9357649911345734942008-08-01T11:32:00.000-04:002008-08-01T11:32:00.000-04:00We are creating a blog that will go under the name www.ihatethisbar.com . I hope we can meet up with you guys someday and blog about the experience as if millions of people cared about what we had to say....because thats the dream. <BR/><BR/>thats for being an inspiration. See you on the battle field.Hackywww.ihatethisbar.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-91182955998910835642008-08-01T10:33:00.000-04:002008-08-01T10:33:00.000-04:00good work boys. Your skills are impressive. I may need to hire you as mercenaries on some of the more dangerous upcoming tripsJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17955997796680398909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-67690241489977226192008-08-01T10:30:00.000-04:002008-08-01T10:30:00.000-04:00I am happy to live to see another day...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-77954624960755964782008-08-01T10:18:00.000-04:002008-08-01T10:18:00.000-04:00Id like to elaborate on the ending of the dart game if i may:<BR/><BR/>With a 7and7 in one hand, 2 darts in the other, a shady hippie to my back, and petrified friends to his front I decided to make a bold move and press the "Double Bull's Eye" button with all of my mite as fast as i could. As if this button held a key to the outside...as if this button acted as a silent but effective fire alarm...as if the button would somehow beckon the hand of God himself to lift us gently out of Beelzebub's Grasp. <BR/><BR/>I may have forfeited the game (and an hour of my life), but i got to see the morning after.Hackynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-2567928738508943322008-08-01T09:43:00.000-04:002008-08-01T09:43:00.000-04:00So, having read this blog on the FOE club, my friends and I decided that last night was the night to check this place out. One of our roommates is leaving us for a better life with his girlfriend and we figured it would be our last night that we would see him - why not check out this creepy, haunted house like structure in the middle of downtown Stamford?<BR/><BR/>Well, I'll tell you why... Not only did we have to ring a bell to enter the bar and sign in to be served, we were also given a "tour" of the joint. (Side note: the 2nd floor is condemned, more on that later).<BR/><BR/>After receiving said "tour" we were immediately hit up for a beer by our guide. Sure, why not give this man blowing smoke in our faces $3 - he seems nice enough. <BR/><BR/>After 10 minutes of ranting on the economy and other problems with America, our guide offered to show us the condemned section of the place upstairs... um, no thanks. As this was not an option, he then decided to show us the "pieces of flair" that he had added to the building - an old cow skull and a barometer. Creepy and useful, all at the same time. <BR/><BR/>After 20 minutes of this and 1 game of darts that ended all too abruptly - we decided it was time to leave and leave fast. We then rescued our friend entertaining the crazy hippie's rant with a scared look on his face and went on our way.<BR/><BR/>Never again.<BR/><BR/>If you ever drive by this place and wonder as we did "hmm, I wonder what that place is like?", do yourself a favor and keep driving. If this will not suffice, a mere glance inside the building should give you the general idea of creepiness of this joint. <BR/><BR/>Also, now that we've officially been to ALL of Manford's bars, it is now official that this city is completely devoid of attractive, down to earth girls with any sort of personality. Bitter? Yes. Getting laid? No. NYC here I come.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-3164806872809784362008-07-08T09:51:00.000-04:002008-07-08T09:51:00.000-04:00I think they thought we were from the hotel next door initially. <BR/><BR/>It was pretty mixed when we were there. A black guy was the one to call us over and there were a few women in there.JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17955997796680398909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-45387335311833219182008-07-07T10:53:00.000-04:002008-07-07T10:53:00.000-04:00Hm. Interesting. I can tell you that a friend and I had a different experience when we went to figure the place out. Despite our exceedingly respectful approach, the dude we made the inquiry to abruptly shut down any possibility of us hanging out to drink. <BR/><BR/>Could also have been that I'm not white and my friend is not male.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294506345030406256.post-24514812504903754902008-07-05T06:59:00.000-04:002008-07-05T06:59:00.000-04:00I always wondered about that place!Chrishttp://blog.herbietown.comnoreply@blogger.com