…SHE SAID

The Grape has so many classic features in any given night. For example, there are the dollar house shots, something that everyone needs to take full advantage of, even if they look like the slime from Nickelodeon’s “You Can’t Do That On Television.” Speaking of shots, it sometimes seems that the only time this place is legitimately enjoyable is while drunk.

Going to the Grape sober inevitably causes all of us to see just how much of a circus it really is. And all of us that go, we’re just clowns in our own element.

But let’s not focus on the negative just yet. Typically, it’s a good place to see people you don’t normally see.

For example, every single time I go, I look forward the most to seeing my childhood manhunt and wiffle-ball partner in crime, Mr. O’Keefe. Although we live about 30 feet from each other, we only seem to run into each other there.

He, like many others, can always be found playing darts. (Sidenote: I find that the dart players are always cool, especially when they let us pick out songs in the jukebox.)

The absolute best thing about a night at the Grape is if you and your friends are actually able to get a table. Suggestion: Go early enough to get one and make sure at least one person with whom you came stays there all night. Rotate.

Also, a big plus is that the Nets games are often shown on at least one of the televisions.

I can’t think of one other place with such a diverse group of people. The Grape houses townies of all ages, college kids and even businessmen in their late twenties.

And everyone looks so different. One Fairfield student may be wearing sweats, standing next to a girl in a full-out club getup. It’s like the Twilight Zone.

A downside to this bar is some sort of fakeness is guaranteed there every night. It comes in so many forms; whether it be in pseudo conversations, girls gossiping (per usual), or people just not being cool and respecting each other. I know it happens everywhere, but it’s easier to notice in such a small place.

So, there it is, an ordinary night at the Grape. I think we all take it for what it is-a staple of the experience this university offers. Seniors, see you there. Underclassmen, enjoy your future times.