Monday, February 18, 2008

A GREAT DAY FOR SOME GAMES AND SOME RACING!

Sunday afternoon turned out to be a pretty fun one as members of the SUNDAY BREW CREW spent their holiday weekend hanging out at the bar. On an afternoon that featured some fun-filled games of Jenga, card games, drinking games and of course, one hell of a NASCAR race (won by RYAN NEWMAN in a thrilling finish, by the way).

A surprising number of regulars made it in for what was truly a fun afternoon: TURBO, MR. LOW-KEY, NAPOLEON DYNAMITE, SILENT BOB, BETTY BOOP, SMURFETTE, ANGEL, DOUBLE-S, ANGRY BLACK, BABY GIRL, HORNY GOATWEED, and NORBIT were some of the regulars who hung out for the day. Add to the mix a potpourri of folks who were drawn to the bar due to the loud sounds of laughter coming from the group. THAT DAY BARTENDER GUY did an admirable job of keeping the drinks coming while I was recovering from my battle with THE FLU BUG; All told, it was a pretty good day.

Next week we have on tap: THE OSCARS. Can we say OSCAR VIEWING PARTY?

*ONE QUICK STORY: So I'm working the door late Saturday and we'd been busy the whole night. I'm dealing with a lot of a pain-in-the-ass folks; some amateurs home from college, the occasional whiny types who are begging to get in because "their ID was stolen"... the usual crap. This one woman comes in and immediately begins to give me crap because I wouldn't her in to "look for her friend". We're going back and forth and she's wringing something in her hands, though I don't quite know what it is.

"I want to speak to the manager!" , the young woman barks at me.

"You're speaking to him", I retort.

"No you're not. Where's the manager!" she replied, with a snotty tone.

"Doll-baby, you're talking to him and like I said before, no ID, no entry." I said again, finding myself getting annoyed in the process.

"I don't believe you!" she says and begins walking by me. I grab her by the arm and tell her she's gotta go. She snatches her arm away from me, and gives me the death stare when her boyfriend arrives from the back of the bar. They mumble something to each other and then leave together.

I roll my eyes and as I go to close the door, I notice something strange on the floor. I take out my flashlight and look at it again. It's a THONG! The stupid chick dropped a thong on the floor! Who in the hell carries a thong with her to a bar, let alone drop it on the floor!? I tried taking a picture of it with my camera phone, but the pic turned out crappy, just like my camera phone. WTF?

You can't make this stuff up.

DOLLAR DRAFT MADNESS TONIGHT ($1.00 Bud/Bud Light/Coors Light MUGS)

Thanks guys for your well-wishes!

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