This full moon weekend was defiantly not the run of the mill Thursday, Friday, Saturday stretch. Sadly the better days staff
has had some family emergencies to contend with so I had to work alot harder than I am comfortable with. The best story of
the three day grind was on Thursday night when we were treated to what is best described as 'a periodic dinner hour
spectacle'. Normally our dinner hour, five to nine, is pretty quiet. Once in a while something happens that turns dinner time
into dinner theatre starring some nitwit who doesn't mind causing a big nasty scene. Last Thursday was dinner theatre
starring one of our favorite mutts who is typically unstable to say the least. I watched him come in the bar through the back
door already three sheets to the wind and gave him the customary "don't be a problem" glare I have perfected. Before to
long the bar gals were reporting that Mr. Unstable was berating them and not controlling his foul language. Being inundated
with my cooking responsibilities I just told the girls to tell him to knock it off or else. Apparently that only escalated the young
whippersnappers intentions on creating dinner theatre. He starts yelling loudly and more belligerently demanding that I
come out and personally tell him of the error in his ways. So I do and he reacts very defensively as I give him the "get your
food, finish your drink, pay your bill, and get out". Note that everyone in the joint is quietly watching this unfold and we are
not whispering. Before long Mr. Unstable is storming around, yelling about how mistreated he is, and demanding his food.
At one point he tried to exit out the back door forcing me to push him away and send him out back through the bar(strategic
error on my part). It would have been easier at that point to knock him over the head with a club and drag him outside but
we can't be doing that kinda stuff without getting lawyers involved in our life. So the little rat walked out to the front door,
bellering the whole way, and then stopped and turned back to the audience for a final salvo to the tune of "You people all
treat me like a piece of crap and Andrew Harris can kiss my ass that rotten sob...." It was much more vulgar than that which
made for good ear candy. Mr. Unstable then went out to the sidewalk café and continued his rant which was topped off with
a flying ashtray stand and an homosexual proposition for your truly. The people were shocked for a while, mom was pissed,
but that is what keeps them coming back.
Friday night was pretty tame all around fortunately because Saturday night was anything but tame. The "Noisegods" were
in the pub playing there very loud, heavy metal music which itself creates a very chaotic environment. There was lots of
head banging and lots of different folks out that we don't normally see. Click here for pics of the show
has had some family emergencies to contend with so I had to work alot harder than I am comfortable with. The best story of
the three day grind was on Thursday night when we were treated to what is best described as 'a periodic dinner hour
spectacle'. Normally our dinner hour, five to nine, is pretty quiet. Once in a while something happens that turns dinner time
into dinner theatre starring some nitwit who doesn't mind causing a big nasty scene. Last Thursday was dinner theatre
starring one of our favorite mutts who is typically unstable to say the least. I watched him come in the bar through the back
door already three sheets to the wind and gave him the customary "don't be a problem" glare I have perfected. Before to
long the bar gals were reporting that Mr. Unstable was berating them and not controlling his foul language. Being inundated
with my cooking responsibilities I just told the girls to tell him to knock it off or else. Apparently that only escalated the young
whippersnappers intentions on creating dinner theatre. He starts yelling loudly and more belligerently demanding that I
come out and personally tell him of the error in his ways. So I do and he reacts very defensively as I give him the "get your
food, finish your drink, pay your bill, and get out". Note that everyone in the joint is quietly watching this unfold and we are
not whispering. Before long Mr. Unstable is storming around, yelling about how mistreated he is, and demanding his food.
At one point he tried to exit out the back door forcing me to push him away and send him out back through the bar(strategic
error on my part). It would have been easier at that point to knock him over the head with a club and drag him outside but
we can't be doing that kinda stuff without getting lawyers involved in our life. So the little rat walked out to the front door,
bellering the whole way, and then stopped and turned back to the audience for a final salvo to the tune of "You people all
treat me like a piece of crap and Andrew Harris can kiss my ass that rotten sob...." It was much more vulgar than that which
made for good ear candy. Mr. Unstable then went out to the sidewalk café and continued his rant which was topped off with
a flying ashtray stand and an homosexual proposition for your truly. The people were shocked for a while, mom was pissed,
but that is what keeps them coming back.
Friday night was pretty tame all around fortunately because Saturday night was anything but tame. The "Noisegods" were
in the pub playing there very loud, heavy metal music which itself creates a very chaotic environment. There was lots of
head banging and lots of different folks out that we don't normally see. Click here for pics of the show
