Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Wow A Boy and His Bar
Posted by Tracy Moore on Tue, Jun 10, 2008 at 2:54 PM
Man, I know some people who love the shit out of bars, but what if you got stuck in one well after yer drinkin' time was done? The Times ran a story yesterday about a dude who found himself locked in a Brooklyn bar overnight for about 12 hours. He was pretty trashed, and around last call he went into the bathroom for an indefinite amount of time, only to find the whole place shut down when he got out.
What makes the piece a fascinating (albeit frustrating) read are the numerous, comically botched opportunities to get out of the place that ensue. Described by a bar owner who served him that night as "really wasted but super nice," the dude has instincts that are mostly good—redialing the last number called on the bar phone, trying to reach his friends via cell, looking for spare keys, even finding a laptop. But sadly besieged by things like sleepy friends, the need for sleep and, of course, being drunk, dude just can't make it happen.
An excerpt:
He wandered around the bar, trying to figure out what to do. Then he happened on a laptop on the bottom shelf of the D.J. booth.“I checked my e-mail,” he said, “which was completely not helpful. My friends were planning a get-together. And I wrote back, ‘Yes, this will work. If only I could figure out how to escape from the bar I’m trapped in.’ ”
Next he did a Google search for “what to do if you get locked in a bar.” “But Google did not have any good answers,” he said.
It got me thinking about the worst bar to get accidentally locked in in Nashville. I would say Springwater for its dive-hole status, but I think I could like kick down a door and get out of there if I had to. So my vote's for The End. I don't think there's any food at all there. Plus, it's pitch black.
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lol @ completely not helpful. i almost suffered the same fate.
years ago i almost got locked in at the underground on the 4th of july. although it wasn't called the underground then, it had changed to something else by then i think.. regardless, if it weren't for one of the bartenders walking to the back before closing up he wouldn't have found me past out behind the golden tee machine. i just remember him not being too happy and getting dragged, then thrown out the back door.
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I was down at Legend's on Tuesday night. It was late. Well past 1 a.m., close to 2 probably. I had to piss. When I got to the men's room it was pitch-black, so I flipped on the light. Wouldn't you know -- there was a dude in one of the stalls. So I say, "Shittin' in the dark?" Which I guess woke him up. He stumbled out of there. When I was back in the bar, he had reunited with his friends and they seemed very happy to see him. Had I not had to leak, who knows, he might have stayed the night.
I used to open beers at the Springwater. I did get locked in, coupla times, or rather could not leave as I had no means of locking up because nobody brought me the damn keys. Hi, Mike Raber!
After counting the till, turning out the lights, etc., finishing the free credits on the jukebox, I would order a meatball pizza from Caesar's (they deliver until 5), then just drink until the 'cleanup crew' arrived around 9, watching the cowboy channel on cable alone. I suppose I will never have that time back again, but I am not in this shit for my health.
Then there was the time I could not leave because I could not wake Paul Booker. Cut him off at 9, sound asleep in a booth on the patio at 3:30 using a smuggled PBR box as a pillow.
Cortney Tidwell, Lone Official Kurt Wagner and the Altered Statesman tomorrow at the Basement. Jeah!
Remember when you were a kid, you thought being locked in the school over night would be fun?
I guess this is kind of like that, but with adults and booze.
It seems like it may be fun for the first hour or so, but after that not so much.
Well, unless you were there with your bf or gf.
If the pic above is the bar, then he lucked out that they had a couch. Wouldn't want to sleep on a bar floor.
I don't know about the worst, but I think I might have experienced the best possible situation for a bar sleepover. On our last tour, we got the pleasure of spending the night in the hookah bar we'd played at in Wilmington, NC. The owners let us smoke as much tobacco as we wanted, they fed us and then we all got to cozy up on some rather lavish pillows. Not bad for getting to a city and having no clue as to where we were going to stay.
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