AARRGGHH!
So there we was. Ehab and the head bar wench and me, the faithfull scribe, standing on the Sandbar late late on Saturday night. The DJ, ole Knox was spinning and a scratching from his new perch on the roof overlookin the Sandbar. The crowd was throbbin on the dance floor. Alcohol was flowin liberally and the assistant manager Young Evan was tryin to talk the police from takin him to the hooscow for too much noise. There was a dancer, wearin' little else but dental floss on top of the DJ booth. I could tell you where she had this tattoo of a big heart..... but that's another story altogether. To top it all off the Tank,barcat extraordinaire and highly decorated mouse ace, had gotten out and was standing on the ledge some 20 feet over the sandbar with a puzzled look on his face. Security was ID' ing and a couple of the 18 to 21 crowd at the door were being told by Security Chief Joker,colorfully, I might add, "NO DICE".
So the head bar wench says to Ehab, " Not exactly my vison when we acquired this space, sweety pie" The old man's reply, " For eight hours a week, late night, we can let the young people kick up their heels, the rest of the time it'll be locals, tourists, conventioneers, charity functions, weddings and corporate functions". Besides, the music ain't too loud- we're too old!!
So the Sandbar is a hit, a whole new crowd seems to be enjoying it and we haven't had a lick of trouble, and don't expect none.
Come on down and see what's up. Always something new and fun at Gaspar's Grotto
AARRGGHH!
Ehab's faithfull scribe
