Post #171981 by sonofabeach on Thu, Jul 14, 2005 11:23 AM

I was in a tiki bar in California where several old men talked about carving a tiki from an old piece of palm. Don Ho played on in the background.
One was caughing up flim and hacking constantly. One picking his ass and several times smelling his fingers prior to dipping into the community popcorn dish. One fell asleep. Another looking out the window and flinching his head back and fourth in an attempt to shake the swarm of flies. The last picking his nose, wiping it under the counter and bitching about all the noise across the street. Mocking the way a young man dressed as he cut a big wet fart,vibrating the old mans bar stool and lauhing out loud as he munch on some slightly brown colored popcorn. More butter,more salt. The sleeping guy rose and said. What the hell is that goddam smell. It smells like shit in here.
A few minutes later I walked across the street to the other Tiki Bar which from the outsde looked almost identical in apperance. A young lady and a big smile welcomed me at the door. Buffett playing on. People dancing. Much conversation everywhere you looked. Approched by a lovely woman wearing a parrot hat on her head took my order,laughing and dancing. I guess it's whatever makes you feel good. Real Tiki Bar or a Buffet Tiki Bar. Guess it just depends on the mood your in at the time.

[ Edited by: sonofabeach 2005-07-15 08:09 ]