Monday, March 16, 2009

WEEKEND WRAP

This past weekend was one of the stranger ones in recent memory, mainly due to the strange behavior of many of the patrons who were in over the weekend.

We were graced with the yearly visit from the BUFFALO BREW CREW, down for the Big East Tournament. I can say that I was pleasantly surprised that they actually attended a session of games; The intention is usually there to attend the games but somehow they always get sidetracked by places like ours. Rest assured that some things didn't change and that they did spend quite a few hours with us, leaving their mark wherever possible (like puking in front of the bar). Bless their hearts.

Then there was the much-anticipated "Irish Pub Crawl" that was scheduled to take place across the city this weekend. There were three "official" starting points: one in the East Village, one in the Mid-Town/Murray Hill area (near us) and one on the Upper East Side. There were supposed to be thousands upon thousands of people participating in this event, but I gotta be honest; I didn't see that much action on 3rd Avenue, at least action related to this Pub Crawl. So instead of sleeping in and enjoying the afternoon off (time which could have been better served in getting over my flu), I got to sit around the bar all afternoon with SCUBA STEVE and J.D., the bartenders on duty.

The night got even more interesting as the "weekend warriors" of the Pub Crawl began turning up, most of them feeling no pain. We had to escort a few folks out of the bar, for their own sakes.

isn't drunk love beautiful?

Many more were trying to carry the pub crawl badge to new heights, which for many of them, resulted in frequent trips to the bathroom to puke their guts out. A couple of large, geeky types, who had been playing Phish tunes on the jukebox for half of the night decided to pick on the THE RUNNING MAN and his boys because they were taking too long at the jukebox. Of course, anyone who knows the RUNNING MAN, knows that this isn't what you want to do, given his deceiving looks. BIG BLACK and I got in between the two groups and finally got them to calm down and eventually the Phish fans left the bar. They don't know how close they came to facing the wrath of the RUNNING MAN (better known as the Tasmanian Devil).

Then when you thought the night couldn't get any longer or stranger, we see FLAVA FLAV standing outside the bar with a couple of his entourage buddies. Yes, the same FLAVA FLAV from "Public Enemy", "The Surreal Life", "The Flava of Love" and other ridiculous reality shows, chilling out with his boys. The patrons in the bar realizes who he is and many of them run outside and begin asking for photos with him. I go outside and for the sake of the blog, take a couple of photos of him before one of his "groupies" step up to me and begins to threaten me. I shit you not. He starts talking crap about me filming the Flava Man and how that ain't right. I tell him that I'm not filming him, simply taking a picture. He goes on and on until the Flava Man HIMSELF steps in between us and tells him to calm down and HE apologies to me for his boy's actions.



Go figure.

Sunday was spent catching up on some much needed sleep before coming back for the evening shift, where things were pretty quiet. Probably the calm before the storm we call St. Patrick's.


TODAY: Recession Mondays featuring $2.00 Domestic Draft mugs and $1.00 Bud/Bud Light/Coors Light mugs ALL NIGHT LONG!

Third and Long's Hoops Madness Pool! Win a free bar tab if your team win the NCAA Championship. Free to play, first 64 people to sign up on Monday night will get to participate! Rules are simple: Sign up to play, randomly select a team and whatever team you select, that's your team for the tournament. If your team makes it to the NCAA finals, you have a chance to win! Stop by on Monday and take a shot!


Nuff Said