by Debbi | Apr 5, 2010 | Door Diaries
One great Wednesday afternoon I was sitting at the bar as Joe was working. The phone rings, and I answered. It was a girl who left her credit card at the bar. Her name was "Nemo" (not her real name). So I hung up and sat down, expecting her to come by very soon.
Ten minutes went by and a girl walks in and says "I left my card here last night." So Joe went and grabbed teh card that said "Nemo" and hands it to the girl. She says "thanks" and leaves. As we see the girl drive off, another girl walks in and says "Hi, I'm Nemo, I left my card here last night."
Joe had just given the wrong card to the wrong girl. Now on one hand, Joe was not the sharpest tool in the shed this time. But on the other hand, the cards were two different colors and the first girl didn't realize it.
–Andrew
Followed by:
I'm sorry Dave!
–Joe
This weekend, a friend referred to the trip back into the bar the day after to retrieve a left-behind card as the adult version of the "walk of shame." I chuckled. He was an over-40 type who was making the walk of shame himself. He got the right card.
by Debbi | Feb 8, 2010 | Door Diaries
Andrew's at the door on a long, cold, busy night.
A group of guys are hanging around the door. One of them starts mumbling something.
"I'm blahblahjibberjabbermumbleblahgolskdjlfaewkciela."
"Huh?" says Andrew.
"BlahblahIcan'ttalkandnoonecanunderstandawordisay."
"Huh?" repeats Andrew.
Finally, the guy manages to utter four of the scariest words ever spoken:
"I'm the designated driver."
Needless to say, eyes were on him that night. I don't think he drove anywhere and I'm pretty sure Dave refused to serve him. (Doubtful the guy could give a drink order anyway).
People, please be safe. Our employees have driven many a person home when they've had too much, and while we're not promoting ourselves as a taxi service, the bartenders are happy to call a cab, call a friend, or find you a ride.
by Debbi | Oct 18, 2009 | Door Diaries, People
So, a friend of ours was in the bar awhile back with his girlfriend or employee or someone, I forget, and they were talking to Dave. The young lady with our friend was asking all kinds of questions about The Sandbar, and who worked here, and who owned it, and who was married to who.
She knew that Peach is the owner (bonus points for that!), but she also thought that Peach still regularly worked a shift at the bar.
"No," said Dave, "she hasn't worked a regular bar shift in a long time. Now, if she comes in to visit, she'll get behind the bar and relive the good old days, but it doesn't happen too often anymore."
"Yes, " insisted the girl, "she works every Saturday, I've seen her in here."
"No," Dave said again, "that's not Peach. Coleen works the Saturday afternoon shift."
After Dave finally convinced her that Peach and Coleen are not the same person…..come to find out, this poor misguided young lady also thought that the Saturday early shift staffer was Dave's wife.
I *really* need to spend more time down there…this is not the first time that Dave has been "married" to someone else!
by Debbi | Sep 28, 2009 | Door Diaries
Doorboy Andrew had a very strange and funny experience at the door one Thursday night. I believe this might be a first in Sandbar history- heck, maybe in any Lawrence bar's history.
He's hanging out at the door, doing his thing. Carding people, picking up glasses, and probably picking on Dave. A young lady walks up to the door and presents her ID.
Andrew looks at it, and looks again.
"This isn't you," he said.
"Okay," she sighed, "let me tell you the truth- I loaned my ID to my friend so I don't have it right now."
She proceeds to pull out credit cards and all sorts of other items with her real name and information on them- along with her expired (yet real) driver's license.
The funniest part?
She's 21.
Yes, folks, this is the first time we've ever heard of someone who is legally of age to come in the bar present a fake ID to try to get in.
However, since she presented false identification, and couldn't produce a legal, unexpired driver's license, Andrew did not let her enter. Instead, he told her to retrieve her ID from her friend and come back another time.
by Debbi | Sep 21, 2009 | Door Diaries, People, Sandbar Love Stories, Stories
Good grief, people, what happened yesterday? There was a huge interest in the story of the hissy fit about being carded- big spike in visits to the blog- so either it was a super great story, or you were bored yesterday. Here's another story for you about another controversial topic- waiting in line.
We're continually amazed (and amused) at the number of couples who have found love at The Sandbar. Me and Dave, for one. And lots of our friends, and probably tons of people we don't even know about.
I heard a new Sandbar love story recently about a couple we've known for quite a long time- yet somehow I never heard how they met.
This story will also be of interest to those of you who whine about waiting in line- you just never know what might happen out there.
(I'm leaving this couple anonymous for two reasons: first, I didn't ask them if I could publicize their story, and second, I think they'd probably rather not be named.)
So, we're sitting at a table at a bar (not the Sandbar, surprise!) one night, and "Wife" mentions that she and "Husband" have been married five years. I asked how they met, and much to my surprise, she said they met at The Sandbar. In line.
If I remember right, she was there with a bunch of girlfriends (for a bachelorette party?), but the other girlfriends were already inside the bar and she was stuck outside in line behind a bunch of guys. While they waited in line together, they chatted, and when the line finally started moving, the guys let her go in ahead of them.
And it was love at first sight. Well, I don't really know about that, but I thought it was cool that they met in line at the Sandbar, and now they've been married for five years.
See, next time you're waiting in line, try not to think about what you're missing inside. Look at the bright side and see what you might be overlooking outside!
Oh, and "Wife," if I got your story details wrong, correct me in the comments. And if you and your significant other met at The Sandbar, send us your story and we'll feature it here!
by Debbi | Sep 20, 2009 | Door Diaries
A few Thursdays ago, I was hanging out on the patio with Dave, talking to some friends. We watched a group of young-ish looking people walk into the bar, and I remember thinking "I really hope the bartender cards all of them." Some of them were raving to the others about how great the Sandbar is, which made us smile.
(Of course, the older I get, the younger everyone else looks- in my head I like to think I'm still 21, so anyone who looks younger than me certainly can't be old enough to come in.)
About five minutes later, the same group walks back out. This time they were raving about something else.
Apparently, the bartender followed all rules (yay!) and carded the entire group. One of the guys threw a fit and couldn't believe they were being carded- and even worse, the bartender wanted to scan his ID! Oh, the humanity!
The bartender explained that everyone gets carded, and since school had just started it was even more important to card everyone, and that every bar in town would be paying closer attention to ID's right now.
This group didn't want to hear it, and they chose to leave instead of hand over their ID's for a 30 second inspection. On their way out, several of them were loudly complaining about the "rude" bartender and how "they come here all the time."
I suspect that at least one of the group wasn't quite of age.
