Oh St. Patricks Day. It's a day when everyone becomes Irish despite their actual descent, donning green clothing and downing Irish Car Bombs, Irish Whiskey galore...and basically anything alcoholic. It is a drinking holiday for certain. I recall one St. Patricks Day many years ago at a popular bar in Palm Springs named Flahertys. Perhaps some of you remember it. It was a cool hangout on the corner of Indian and Ramon, easily found by the 1950's style state trooper car that was permanently parked on the bars drive.
So there I am, with a group of friends in the middle of the day ready to party like a crazed leprechaun. We walk in, and the bar is wall to wall people. The cliental at Flahertys was a nice melange of old, young and middle aged people, which gave the bar a well rounded appeal. But as I have found to be true in most bars, the earlier you go, the older the crowd. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that many of those of a certain age go to bed early, hence getting up early, hence partying earlier. This was definetly the case on this day. We walked in and surveyed the joint for a spot to hunker down and drink like Irish farm workers off from a long day on the fields. There wasn't any such spot to sit on. We noticed that the two pool tables were not being utilized for their intended sporty nature, but rather as extended seating. So without hesitation we found a good green lip to rest on between two corner pockets. Mind you, we have yet to order a drop of alcohol.
We were discussing which one of us would get up and swim through the crowd to get to the bar and grab us some pints, when all of a sudden I leaned back putting my hand on the flat part of the pool table and felt something a little strange...a bit moist even. It was not a beer soaked eight ball, but rather someones dentures. Yes, someone apparently got so into the holiday that they forgot their teeth.
I can see how that could happen actually. You're there, laughing it up with your friends and BOOM..your teeth pop out....it could happen, and obviously did. After the disgust from touching a total strangers teeth faded, I went to the bar, retrieved several, and I do mean several napkins, and brought the teeth to the bartender. I joking said, "I think someone forgot these.....most certainly will be calling to pick them up". The bartender laughed, then cringed at the relay...the teeth were in his hands now, literally.
The rest of the day went on like most St. Patricks Days...and of course the teeth jokes never ended. I just hope that they got back to the rightful owner. It must have been quite the humbling phone call.
So on this St. Patricks Day, drink lots of green beer, sing Irish songs, laugh and dance. But for goodness sakes, don't forget your teeth!!