We didn’t intend to have a Martin Luther King Day celebration. Not that we were opposed to it, it’s just not generally at the top of the list for holidays that involve going to a bar. This year, however, was different.
Around 2:30 today- before our advertised opening time of 3 p.m.- a group of six or seven twenty-somethings arrived. They were pretty excited and hyper. Apparently they get together every year on this day off from work to hit the bars. They bought a hurricane. It was perhaps the earliest time we’ve run the hurricane in all it’s years of existence. One of the girls fell off her chair. They took pictures and had a few shots. They also bought lots of merchandise, like hats and koozies.
By 5 p.m. we actually had a pretty decent crowd in the bar. A few regulars, and the original group was still living it up in the back of the bar. Who would have thought that a Monday afternoon could actually be busy and fun?
Maybe we should start promoting The Sandbar as the place to be on federal holidays.
“We hold these Bahama mamas to be self-evident: that all drinks are created equal.”
—Brother Pants