So a little bit back Shannon told a dream about her battle on the Cornelia Marie. I dont have a dream, I have a story. This is gonna be cut down so not to bore you but I'm sure you will find it funny.
Here we go:
Im gonna start this story at Astoria. I was looking for some more beer for the front of the store. Shannon and I owned and ran a local pub named "Crab Shack". We knew that the big fishing festival was coming up that weekend and we had more then enough alcohol to suit the fisherman and their guests.
So we were already getting fishermen coming in. John and Andy Hillstrand. Sig and Edgar Hansen. Also some of the younger crew members, Josh and Jake Harris, Jake Anderson, Lynn Guitard to name a few. Shannon was manning the bar while I was waiting tables. I've learned early on that when a drunken seaman flirts with you just roll your eyes and walk away but if he got too frisky we call on Joe, the bouncer.
It was Friday night and most of the outsiders were around. Ordered themselves beers and spacial drinks while some of them tackled the karaoke machine. One of many things Shannon wished we never got. Among those outsiders were friends we met through our FaceBook page. They all got one round of drinks on the house.(YEAH!) The crab fishermen walked in and I knew it was gonna be a long night with great tips. I walked over to help Shannon with orders but they never seemed to stop. Gotta love days like that.
On Saturday we opened late, we knew a lot of people were gonna be at the fishing festival. We had a special machine brought in to be placed outside...a dunk booth. The specail was whomever could dunk a Deadliest Catch crew member got a free drink. The crew got a free drink every time someone didnt knock them down. We were prepared to give out lots of free drinks. Sure enough the crew got more free drinks then anyone else.
Sunday we were asked to serve drinks at the fishing festival. Not gonna turn down this offer people. By the end of the day we made a good profit. We went back to our pub and served more drinks to whomever was still around. The karaoke machine was used again and Shannon and I had a few drinks to tune them out. Shannon made a round of duck farts for everyone in memory of Captain Phil.
Needless to say, it was one hell of a weekend!
No comments:
Post a Comment