tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952984523336870415.post268341336762178694..comments2023-10-29T04:48:10.622-05:00Comments on DeffoTotes!: Palindrome of 24 Hours in New York = Kroy Wen ni Sruoh 42 fo EmordnilapDeffoToteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644992955135088087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-952984523336870415.post-56691079432289108532007-09-26T16:30:00.000-05:002007-09-26T16:30:00.000-05:00scott! i have totally been to that bar. in fact, h...scott! <BR/><BR/>i have totally been to that bar. in fact, here is my blog about it from march 2004:<BR/>"to start our evening we went to this punk rock dive bar on second ave a few blocks down from the hole and had a few beers. i sat in this busted computer chair that was like riding a carosel horse, anytime i forget and moved i would find myself zooming down and level with patricks knees. then i would pump myself back up and perch precariously on the edge. this went on until patrick graciously offered me his bar stool. we spent our time watching this crazy narcoleptic guy at the bar alternate between sleeping, screaming, and singing at the bar. it was hilarious. i went to the bathroom to change into a more "nighttime" appropriate outfit (re: a revealing tube top purchased earlier.) and almost lost my dinner. i don't think the toliet had worked since 1995, but apparently everyone still used it anyway. the sink was covered in suspicious looking short black curly hair, and i swear there was a used condom on the floor. to make the door close, you had to wedge this flimsy wire hanger across the width of the closed door and pray that no one walked in while you were in a vulnerable position. the moral being: never use the bathroom in a bar that has broken computer chairs as barstools and bad Art on the walls."<BR/><BR/>miss you dudes. love, corrieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com