Well July seems to be flying by.  The weather is warm, but the hot ones haven’t hit.  They better hurry up, time is running out.

Friday night we have the stars of National Hard Crab Derby, Opposite Directions appearing live and somewhat in person, from 8:30 until ???  Then on Sunday  afternoon we have Phil, “The Philthy K-nig-ht” Knight, unless his wittle froat is hurting him again, for our happy hour entertainment from 4 until 7.  He says he had a doctor look at that growth on his head, and it turned out just like I said, don’t make your barber angry.  And on Tuesday, we have the irreprehensible Harry O and Joe Smooth blowing it up from 4 until ??? to accompany our spectacular $2 Tuesday Specials at the bar, seats are at a premium, so get here early.  Everyday we continue to have our $5 lunch specials to accompany the best view in the harbor.

It was quite an interesting week at the bar.  Joe & Greta swung in for some lunch.  Smitty, Bob, Al, Patsy & Pam kept the southside down.   Jorge on a short leash, guess that’s why he had to go to summer school.  Ted’s midnight frogmen accomplished another amphib B&B (burger and bacon) assault.   Justin, Bri and the twins were up to some dinner Shenanigans.  RJ I’ll get back to you on the hummus.  Jim & Liz nice to see our snowbirds back.  Bubz & Wes always good for a shot.  Smitty, muscle up.  The Park@the Shark had a summer Friday reunion.  Rob, Linda, Frank & Cookie kept it dry.  The C C 28^th street crew, OCMD4ME.  Peter and Mary always a pleasure, even if it’s because you couldn’t find space at the fin.  Walt & Doreen don’t work too hard.  Jon & Deb good to see you sneak in.  The Sunday Funday crew with special guest star Bob “lit up the house.”  Congratulations to Rich on the string.  And thanks Bruce for sprucing us up. 

So Thanks to everybody for coming out, even those I missed, sorry, it’s summer and my poor alcohol addled brain can’t keep up.  So here’s to seeing you soon for a shot and a beer (we all need ‘em) one side of the bar or the other… Signing out Bigger than a bread basket, smaller than a mack truck, it’s a bird, no really, he’s giving you the bird, Papa Grande.