The usually skilled dancers at Brad's Brass Indy were anything but last Saturday night. Twice gals tried to hop over the rail and onto my lap, knocking beers over in the process. First one coated the empty chair next to me (I caught a few drops.) Second time drenched one of the motorcross guys (there were 27 I was told who had come on a chartered bus) in town for the big race at the Lucas Oil barn (where the Colts now play.) The guy took it well and went to the bathroom to clean up. Upon return, his supply of ones (about $7 worth) were still submerged in standing beer on the rail (hey, I tried to get his buddy to grab one of the rags the dancers use to clean the pole--it was closest to him--to no avail.)
Anyways, we finally got his spot cleaned off and I suggested he hang his ones over the rail to air dry. This made them visible to the dancers. Well, the most elitist/least mileage dancer (yes, she was a looker!), happened to see them and wandered by for a tip when all dancers were called on stage. So, Mr. Motorcross obliged, sticking a soggy $1 into her waistline. It took a moment but she frowned and said "It's all wet!" Naturally she wanted another and offered up the other hip. Mr. Motocross again obliged and tucked in another soggy $1. She again frowned and Mr. M. said "they're all wet." She then sauntered away and told the other gals leaving us without company until the all-skate ended.
Flyin' beer: a hobby hazard I guess!


Hey, I think your on to something, beer drenched $1's for tips, yeah I liked the dancers reaction to it. lol