This is the new fan that we put in last weekend. Note the motto scribed in the plank, "Why limit Happy to an hour?"
You should have seen four grown men sweating, swearing, and squabbling, trying to place this one ton hunk of marble in place to make this stone bench. This is a popular spot for the girls to go shimmy and shake to the music. We have a brass pole, but we haven't figured out where to put it yet.
I'm sorry the picture is sideways but I don't know how to run the digital camera, or the computer, so please bear with me. I am a technological boob. Note the green fish net. We use it to hold little bags of chips behind the bar. On the other side of this post is nailed a bottlecap from every different kind of beer we have ever had at the bar. The coconut pirate head was a contribution from Frank's son, Grumblington. While the pictures don't really do it justice, it is a magnificent bar, and it is right next door. You need to see it on a warm summer night, with the yard lit with all 36 tiki torches and the fragrant smell of flowers filling the air to really get the full effect.
I have written several posts dedicated to the Tiki Bar, and when we get together the other members will sometimes ask for a reading of whatever I've written. I can say without reservation that the best piece of writing I have ever done was about an evening at the Tiki. It is called Wally's Transgressions. It is about Big Orange's brother-in-law.
It is a bit long, but I have never failed to get a lot of laughs out of it. For those who are a little new to Social Zymurgy, please give it a read.
Well, thanks for stopping by, and if you are ever in my neck of the woods, stop in. I'll take you to Tiki, and drinks are on me.