Mom, Can I Date the Bartender?

Our staff certainly sees and hears some interesting stuff. This story is from bartender Danny.

Friday night I was bartending with Dave. It was a really fun night with
a good mix of ages, and people were loading up the jukebox with really
good dancing music all night long(rare). The two girls who had been our
mermaids for the 10:00 hurricane had decided to do an encore
performance and were back on the bar dancing. Both of these girls were
at the bar with their mothers, who were also enjoying themselves

The blonde one turned around to order a drink while she
was on the bar, though I typically wait until they are off the bar until I
serve them. After asking for a vodka+water, she
said, "You're really cute. Hey Mom! Can I date the bartender?!?!" Hands
down one of the funniest things I have ever heard while bartending.

few minutes later, she took a flying leap off of the bar into the arms
of a rather large man. My impression is that the man had perhaps
mentioned that he COULD catch her IF she were to fall, however I
believe she interpreted it as "Hey! Jump off the bar and I'll catch
you!" Luckily, disaster was narrowly averted, as he was able to catch
her without anybody suffering serious injury. Dave saw the whole thing
and then made the proclamation that she was no longer allowed back on
the bar. She tried to plead her case with me, but I very thankfully
pulled the "Boss says so" card and she went on her happy drunken way.

Danny posted a brief version of this on his Facebook page. The comments after this post were even funnier. Jenny wanted to know when the date takes place. Frank joked that the girl really fell for Danny. Heather chimed in with her own quote-of-the-night: "you're so pretty it makes me want to get a job."

And Ashley, who was a Sandbar regular a number of years ago and ended up married to Bob, a former Sandbar employee, gave some good advice:

Be careful what you say. Bob always said he'd never date one of those drunk girls on the bar. Us drunk girls can be very sneaky. 

They've been together ten years now and have a baby boy.

No word on what the barfly's mom said about the date- but as we know, moms know best. Way back in the 90's, I only met Dave because I remembered how much my mom loved him as a KU basketball player. I introduced myself and asked for a picture, for my mom. Dave likes to claim he was mom-approved before she ever met him.

I never came close to nose-diving off the bar, though.

Tall Tales

Three guys were hanging out in the bar on Saturday night. Dave noticed they had a framed picture with them, so he struck up a conversation and asked where they were from and what brought them to Lawrence. And why they were carting around a picture in a frame. (Apparently one gentleman went to school at Syracuse. We won't talk about that.)

"What's the picture for?" Dave asked.

"Well, my mom's had this picture around for a long time, and she told me that one of these guys is my dad, but she won't tell me which one. And he's from Lawrence, so that's why we're here."

Dave thought that was kind of crazy and grabbed the picture to take a look. He busted out laughing.

"Well, that's Ken (better known as Count, to some of you long term Lawrencians), and that's one of his friends (Lenny maybe?)…so you better hope your dad's the third guy. I don't know him!" Dave told him. 

Dave started telling stories about the guys in the pictures. After awhile, the customer said that it wasn't really his unknown father in the picture, but just a picture from his house that he liked. (Still not true.)

The guys stuck around the bar all night and, according to Dave, they took pictures of nearly everyone in the bar- with their framed picture. Turns out, they pilfered it from the wall of another bar in town, but we're not sure which one. Apparently they made a night out of telling tall tales to anyone who would listen.

Here's the picture:


We also found out the next day that one of the guys had so much fun, he left his (nice) jacket here. Fortunately we have a mostly honest crowd and a lost & found box, and Dave will be shipping his jacket home to California.

(Hey guys, if you read this, thanks for coming in! Thoroughly entertained by your shenanigans!)