Bar Harbor Invades Manhattan

If you were wondering why Third North’s courtyard seemed a little quieter than usual this past Saturday night, look no farther. We here at the Grape Dutchess have heard a rumor that eight of your favorite loud-mouthed East Village residents finally ventured away from those purple tables to go wreak havoc around Manhattan. They were spotted taking over a miniscule Irish dive bar at 14th St. and Avenue A in the late evening, eliciting more than a few glances from the long-haired, flannel wearing regulars. As the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted from the jukebox, the Maine natives hovered, Marlboros in hand, around the table at the back. For hours they danced, drank, and tried vainly to sing out of throats black from smoke. The two black-clad brunettes were seen further up the bar, flirting with a certain Uncle Arny, at least 40 years their senior, and Mr. Clinton, a slightly psychotic 30-something with an apparent penchant for the girls buying round after round of Smirnoff shots. With the amount of tequila downed by the are-they-or-aren’t-they couple from the Orient (thanks to the Solo-cup sized shots poured by the bartender, who obviously knew these kids far too well), you might have guessed they were in the tropics, but alas the snowy weather indicated otherwise.

After more than a few drunken phone calls, attempted hookups, and free drinks, the group of supposed AA candidates headed home to disturb their respective roommates and prepare for a long Sunday of recovery.

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