Red Stripe and lots of sun don't make Jamaica fun.

      Have you ever been to Jamaica, or any other Caribbean Island? While the other thousands of islands are very different from Jamaica, there is one thing that is the same, a tourist can get Mary Jane.  I am proud to say I have never participated in any form of non pharmaceutical drug use, and I don't usually condone them, but here is a great story about a vacation gone wrong.
      Three of my regulars, whom shall not be named, went to Jamaica on a cruise.  Upon arrival, they decided it would be a great idea to purchase some weed.  I don't know if you are familiar with Jamaica, but there are two different kinds a Taxi cabs, the ones with black license plates don not necessarily take you where you want to go.  They purposely got in a black plated cab and after a hour car ride, ended up being blindfolded and led through said plants to a nice house.  This wasn't as bad as you might think.  They described it as a huge party with free Red Strip, cheap weed, hot girls, and a bunch of black guys who thought they were Bob Marley.  After six hours worth of drinking, partying, and I am sure other festivities, they were ready to go to the hotel.  What was not told to them was that it was a one way cab ride, and a three hour walk to the nearest bus stop to get back to port.
      This just goes to show you nothing in life is free or easy.  It may be cheap, take a little work and a lot of worry, but at least they made it home right?

Bob Gibson

            This being my first blog ever, I figured I would tell you a little about where I currently work.  I work at Quincy Magoo's restaurant and pub.  In truth, its a nice sized sports bar, but they try to act like its a mid class restaurant.  I have been a bartender for 2 years and have some of the best and worst stories for your enjoyment.  I'll start with one of my favs.
            I was working late one night, and three guys came in caring a couple of pictures.  They were wearing cardinals gear so I guessed they had came from the game.  I poured them all a beer and asked what was with the pics. They informed me they were in the Budweiser box at the Springfield Cardinals game. They decided to go for a  walk and in their drunken stupor got lost.  They walked into someone else's box that was completely empty and decided to look around.  There was two signed pictures of Bob Gibson hanging on the wall, and they decided to pull them of the wall.  Upon leaving this box two security guards see them leaving this box and chases them out of the stadium.
           So this is all well and in good fun until they pull out the pictures in the middle of my bar, and the two security guards are sitting at a table right next to them. Now I'm thinking this cant be real until the guard grabs the guy cuffs him and calls the police. You can't make this up. Epic night at work anyone?