Green Parrot Bar No Snivelling Zone
REALITY-BASED updates on the latest happenings at The Green Parrot Bar. The closest thing to a webcam we'll get! WHOOPS!
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
No Quorum...but hell, let's have another round...
The Alice Foundation held their weekly meeting in the friendly confines of the Parrot as usual on Monday. And although the turnout was light, their spirit was not, prompting the manager to buy each and every foundation member in attendence the domestic draft beer of their choice. I noticed that Jerry, as secretary, immediatley noted this event in the Foundation Log Book. (Man....Like I'd never bought them a drink before)
Look for other Alice Foundation entries on their web site.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Here's Whitey! Wanda helps the White-Man celebrate his birthday yesterday at the Parrot. A well-attended event with many well-wishers bearing gifts. The framed collection of portraits from Whitey's past is a real knockout and I'm sure it will soon find a place on the wall of the bar. Happy Birthday Whitey!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Two Beer or Not Two Beer
Former Green Parrot bartender Eric Bissel appears to have answered his own question as he checks his eyelids for light leaks at the Blues and Brews Festival in Telluride, Colorado last week. Check out We Visit Telluride for more photos.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
I really hadn't planned to post anything more with a divine intercessional bent until I came upon this compelling, archetypal image.
Similar to the home altar on our previous post
And Friday night, Ivan did, indeed jog right around Kingston, Jamaica, sparing thousands.
The text message with this image, from somewhere in the Caribbean, read: "Thank You, Our Lady".
Whoever was praying that night, it seems their prayers were answered.
Looking forward to seeing you all on Thursday. I got my leather butt-thong out of the cleaners just in time for the Poker Run (they've never seen one here before in Spring Hill) and something more appropriate for the Big Wedding on Sunday. Congratulations to Emmett and Suzette.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Sunday, September 12, 2004
we'll be pullin' up the rope now...
We'll be pullin up the rope now and not coming out until this things over. Will the last person up please turn off the TV and while you're at it grab James Brown (The Sex Machine) off the shelf and bring him up with you.
Some photos I took on the way over to close the bar on Sunday evening. As you can see...it's slim pickin's.
To quote a noted British poet..."Hurry up please, it's time"
Seven P.M. is certainly an odd closing time for the Green Parrot but with inclement (or worse) weather imminent... when its time...it's time.
For those who have never witnessed the 4 A.M. version of this closing ritual I'm sure it was quite a revelation. First sound of shutters being slammed shut and bolted. Then the denseness of the air as the fans spin to a silent stop. Then the searing light from the bare 60 watt bulb hanging behind the bar goes on and you get good 360 degree look at your fellow patrons and the jukebox dies and what was once kind of a soothing background patter now becomes a loud, muttering jabber like some strange patois.
But it's not a bad thing...it something that happens every night and it's always different...some leave sorrowfully and only with much coaxing, other just kind of dance out into the night like they were part of some conga line and still others look genuinly surprised to suddenly find themselves standing on the sidewalk outside a closed door.
At any rate, it happens every night, tonight just a little earlier than usual.
Somebody Had To Do It....
You will notice from the photo that the candle is missing from the Green Parrot's Hurricane Preparadeness Kit.
I later recieved this note:
John, Sorry about ruining your nice little box without asking yout permission...but I really did try. I asked Pat if it would be OK to break the glass and take the candle to the grotto. He said "I'll ask John" and disappeared into the office. When he returned I asked him what you said and he said "I forgot to ask him"...so I broke the glass(PLEXIGLASS and it was difficult to break) and Di and I took it to the grotto (got there just as the priest was getting ready to lock it up) lit it, said a prayer and hauled ass home.
"...you know, we're here to help..."
As you may or may not know, the third major hurricane in as many weeks is plowing through the caribbean and heading through our neighborhood, leaving us wound real tight. There has been time for little else than preparations, let alone blogging.
However, I need to take the time to post this picture of Buco and Pat's old friends from Chicago, Jack and Bruce who arrived in town (as everyone else was evacuating) to give a hand. They are pictured here with Buco as they help board up his Waterfront Market. After securing Buco's house and Jeanna's Courhouse Deli they walked across the street to the Parrot and told me, "John, if there's anything we can do just ask, because you know, we're here to help".
Danny Morris Surfs in
Surf-Rocker and perennial Green Parrot favorite Danny Morris slid south for Labor Day at The Parrot and barely managed to avoid Hurricane Frances as it steamed north up the coast toward his house in Cocoa Beach. Here Manager Pat Lonergan gives Danny the Glad Hand and welcomes him for what(thanks to Hurricane Frances) turned out to be a four-night gig at the Parrot. We all hope that Danny found friends and property safe and sound when he returned home.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Diesel Dickie Goes Down on Alvin
Dickie Boyd, long-time Green Parrot patron, Big Coppit Key resident, bromeliad farmer, FKCC Marine Propulsion School Graduate, Vietnam war veteran, and engineer on the R/V Atlantis, pictured here in his Green Parrot Bar t-shirt on deck of the Wood's Hole, Mass. research vessel as they prepare for the the descent of deep water submersible vessel "Alvin".
Alvin is about to be lowered over the mid-atlantic ridge, one of the world's largest undersea mountain ranges, in order to collect data and samples from the mysterious and recently discovered "Lost City" hydrothermal fields some 5,000 meters below the surface.
In return for submitting his photo of himself in some exotic setting while sporting his Parrot shirt Dickie received a brand new shirt from Parrotphenalia, the Green Parrot store. There are lots of others who have been there and done that too.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Hurricane Frances redux
On a lighter and more secular note than the previous few posts, here's the poster for this weekend's entertainment. Danny Morris lives in Cocoa Beach so he opted for the relative safety of the Keys and his band has been more aptly named.
Also the note the Personal Flotation Device that someone has crafted for their bike. I hope they didn't drink all that wine to prepare for the storm.