An Evening With Lumpy

After watching the long, drawn-out finish of the Daytona 500 on TV, we headed out for dinner. This evening’s choice was a bar/grill called Lumpy’s. To clarify, “Lumpy” is the bartender, and it is an appropriate name. This bar’s claim to fame is that it is an old brothel, built in the early 1900’s. If you can imagine the layout of the typical saloon in about any western you’ve ever watched, you can easily picture this place. An open common room below, surrounded by a wrap-around balcony, complete with door to the upstairs rooms. They claim the rooms are no longer in service. We’ll take their word on it. The review on the food was mixed. The appetizers (fried brats – because we haven’t had enough sausage this trip – fried cheese curds, and calamari). The pizza that some of the group ordered was really good. The rest of the fare was acceptable, but not remarkable.

After the meal, one car left for the hotel, while most of the others lingered at the bar. For some reason, the jukebox malfunctioned and kept playing “YMCA” over and over again. Kent found a new buddy outside. He even had her eating out of his hand. She was really cute, but when Kent started getting a little handsy, she took off. (Okay, she was the bar’s mascot, a brown bunny.) After getting shot down by the bunny, Kent tried to lift his spirits by telling the bartender, Lumpy, some jokes. Big mistake. Never try to tell a bartender a joke – they’ve heard them all.

See if you can guess the joke that goes with these punchlines:

"Pussywillow?  Hang on, I'll get my hat."

"I'm just taking a look around."

The bartender returned the favor by systematically insulting the entire party one at a time. Ahhh…good times.

Following our bar experience, it was back to the hotel to pack up the gear. Following some last minute shenanigans by the Tres Amigos (Mac, John, and Doogie), the photographic record of which may or may not see the light of day (it’s just not right). I’ll have to make a judgment call on that. I can tell you, in order to protect innocent eyes, they won’t be posted on the blog.

Our departure time for tomorrow morning, 6:15am.