It's Saturday afternoon and I find myself sitting by the TV, riveted by the NHL Hockey Draft (yes, I know it's a bit odd that a black guy actually likes hockey). Deciding that this is a good a time as any to update the blog, I realize that we're approaching 3,000 hits! Now that may not be much by some website standards, but for me, i'll take it. I'm impressed at the fact that A)I've been able to keep at this thing for six months without getting bored with it, and B)that you keep coming back. And for that, I thank you for your continued support.
Friday night was an intriguing night at Third and Long. The avenue itself was very slow- no doubt due to the exodus out of Manhattan after a very hot week. It started out with Happy Hour; There was a nice group of people from the National Review, hanging out for pre-game cocktails before going out for dinner. We also got a surprise visit from the ever-flirtatious BAYOU BABE, known for her flirty and suggestive banter. It's been quite awhile since she actually hung out at the bar, but when she does, you can bet if for nothing else, she'll provide entertainment for the boys.
We were then graced by the presence of AFRIKA BAMBATTA, another long-time friend of the bar. Now this guy and I have been friends for about 14 years and he is one stone trip. He's seen the evolution of Third and Long from its infancy to the present, dating back to when he used to live in the neighborhood. Back in the day he was the resident Norm Petersen.
One story we like to share about him was the time when during one hot summer afternoon, a phone call came into the bar. I answered the phone and a female asked to speak to AFRIKA; at that precise moment, he happened to stroll by, hands full of groceries. Without blinking an eye, I called out to him and handed him the phone, as if he lived there. And he picked up the phone and had his conversation, as if he actually lived there. Everyone in the bar cracked up and he hasn't lived that down since....Once everyone cleared out, there was a bit of a lull for a while. Now I don't mind lull moments as it is relaxing; however, it also makes the time drag on. So when the bar began to fill up again, it was a welcome relief for yours truly. We got our share of tourists and B & T types; We also got a group of about fifteen, a mixed group of white, black and hispanic folks, dressed up in club attire. They were from out of town as well and for some reason, thought we were a club. Lucky for them we had a DJ on deck. They settled in at the back of the bar and next thing you know, my DJ started playing reggae music and the whole group started bumpin and grinding so close, you couldn't get a piece of string between the dance partners! They may have well have had sex right then and there. (I guess that's why the DJ played an unusually long reggae set...hmmm)
Other than that, the rest of the evening went off without any events of note.
I think that yours truly will be making a guest appearance behind the stick with BLONDIE CHATTERBOX tonight, so if you are one of the few people still left in Manhattan, drop by and say hi. Enjoy the rest of the weekend!
NUFF SAID
3 comments:
hey curt maybe the dj should have played "sweet caroline" and "your so beautiful", so all of those frat guys could sing along. I find it strange that you were the only one who didn't enjoy a little bumpin and grinding in the third and long.
Who's Curt?
Swanfather,
3,000 hits? You been doing steroids too?
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