Last night was one for the ages. From the sublime to the bizarre, we had it all, and quite frankly, I LOVED IT!
It all started when I arrived early for the evening shift. The bar was teeming with HOLY CROSS fans who were there to watch their team play BUCKNELL for the PATRIOT LEAGUE championship and a berth to the NCAA Tournament. We also had our share of Brew Crew regulars, who took the afternoon off to hang out and catch some basketball. So needless to say, by the time I arrived, they were their usual playfully belligerent selves.
Then there were the members of the BUFFALO CREW I spoke about before. They were at the bar, pre-gaming before the Big East Tournament and happened to be sitting next to an old woman who had come in for a glass of wine. Now I'm not sure what transpired before I got there, but when I arrived, her glass was half full and her chair was empty- yet all of her belongings were still there. So I asked the bartender who the stuff belonged to; he mentioned that it belonged to this old lady, then looked at his watch and realized that this woman had gone to the bathroom and been downstairs for over half an hour.
The BUFFALO CREW and the poor old lady...
So I'm thinking to myself, "Oh crap- maybe she fell into the toilet and died or something". So I had one of my female patrons go inside the ladies room and casually check on her- just to see if there were any signs of life in the stall. Turns out that the woman was okay- simply sitting in the stall, contemplating life issues, I guess. When she finally came up from downstairs, the BUFFALO CREW let out a cheer and one of the members actually scooped her up and lifted her over his head. I think that may have startled the poor woman, as she left shortly thereafter.
Soon after, while waiting for the night staff to arrive, out of the corner of my eye, I notice another one of our regulars, MR. CHIPS, navigating his way across East 35th Street. He ambles up to me and then pounces on me like a big cat on a zebra, play-boxing with my head. Now I realize that MR. CHIPS has had more than a few because this is what he always does when he's had more than a few. He wants to box everyone. So after recovering from my mini-concussion, courtesy of MR. CHIPS, I chat it up with him for a few minutes before putting him in a cab to his Brooklyn home. Let's hope that the cabbie got there in one piece.
So far, I've had a lot of action and it isn't even 7pm yet. The night is a steady mix of regulars, tourists and Big East Tourney fans and it's a good buzz. While the place itself wasn't "packed", it was comfortably busy, which is the way I like it. It's easy to work with, easy to monitor and you can mingle at the same time.
MR. LOW-KEY and ADSENSE CHICK having a laugh...
DIRTY SANCHEZ, holding court...
A true blue fan of "America's Team", Ohio State
reversible hat and all...
A dejected and drunken ND fan....
At this point, the evening's going smoothly. Everyone's having a good time, drinks are flowing and then, all of a sudden, a taxi pulls up and out jumps the BUFFALO CREW, with two rather hot chicks in tow. Now the boys had mentioned to me that they met some strippers the night before and were going to meet them and possibly bring them to the bar. Now, whenever someone says anything about strippers, I usually take it with a grain of salt. But this time, the boys were actually bringing back strippers to the bar! Not only were they pretty nice, they both had British accents- which does it for me like no other.
The next hour was sheer comic delight as the BUFFALO CREW and the strippers made a show that would have had you peeing your pants. There was a group of older guys (Notre Dame fans) who'd just returned from the Big East Tournament and were hanging out at the bar, drowning their sorrows. As soon as these girls came in, all eyes turned to them, and the girls, sensing that they were on display, did not disappoint.
A very happy ND Fan...
The British babes carried with the dancing and flashing for about an hour or so and then finally decided they were bored and wanted to go dancing. So like a whirlwind, they left, dragging the BUFFALO CREW with them. I only hope that they were able to survive the night.
A pretty fun night. The next morning, my precious hours of sleep was totally shattered by loud trumpets and shouting. I run to the window and of all things, a protest march is taking place. Of all days to protest against China!!!!!! WTF!
SUNDAY- "Chill Out Sundays" ($4.00 Domestic Drafts/$5.00 Mixed Well Drinks); Bring your board games/ Sunday New York Times Puzzles, or catch some NCAA basketball action.
DON'T FORGET TO SET YOUR CLOCKS TONIGHT!
nuff said
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Holy hooters. As you always say, nuff said.
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