That's the Asylum, then. Fun place.
And yeah, that's right in the midst of the Old Port, which is tourist haven (as well as having bars as far as the eye can see).
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Top "Drunks at Gigs" stories
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That's the Asylum, then. Fun place.
And yeah, that's right in the midst of the Old Port, which is tourist haven (as well as having bars as far as the eye can see).
Nothing too out of the ordinary here.
Local dive bar that happened to have bands. We were doing a dreadful battle of the bands with a bunch of bands we knew, so were having a good time. A guy walks in during our set, it was evident he walked in drunk and proceeded to load up on more (the bar didn't care about that pesky rule about not serving somebody who was already drunk).
He was making normal drunk old guy comments during our set between songs about the music of his time being much better than the music today (this was 20 years ago so I can call him old since I wasn't too old at the time!). We did punk rock with lead solos, whatever genre that is.
Anyway, our friend's band got up, started playing and after the first song the drunk was saying "enough of this Devo **** play something with feeling!" I should mention he was sitting down in a booth, alone, and was not a violent or angry drunk, apparently just nostalgic. Without missing a beat, they started playing My Baby Wrote Me A Letter, a mellow version, then ripped into one of their songs. That made the guy a fan for the rest of the night, even though the rest of the songs were the same style of the "Devo ****" he didn't like.
Another night, same dive. A Judas Priest tribute band was on the stage on an off night. The singer, skinny guy dressed in Rob Halford leather and studs, wasn't drunk but on the expensive '80's drug of choice that made you paranoid, (without mentioning its name). In the middle of the 3rd song, he just stopped singing and walked off the stage. The guitar player saw this and by the next line picked up singing lead vocals. The singer never returned for the rest of the night. Nobody in the crowd thought this was weird except me and the people I was with. My friend who was tending bar said it happened all the time, he would do his drug of choice before the show, get paranoid, walk off and the band would play without him. Weird but weirder still that it was accepted as normal band behavior.
Thank god that bar is under new management. It now features exotic dancers. Hopefully none of them walk off the stage paranoid. That wouldn't be accepted!!
Oh yeah, as I'm sure we all have, there are a few other drunk stories that can't be revealed on TB. They are funny though, trust me!!
Local dive bar that happened to have bands. We were doing a dreadful battle of the bands with a bunch of bands we knew, so were having a good time. A guy walks in during our set, it was evident he walked in drunk and proceeded to load up on more (the bar didn't care about that pesky rule about not serving somebody who was already drunk).
He was making normal drunk old guy comments during our set between songs about the music of his time being much better than the music today (this was 20 years ago so I can call him old since I wasn't too old at the time!). We did punk rock with lead solos, whatever genre that is.
Anyway, our friend's band got up, started playing and after the first song the drunk was saying "enough of this Devo **** play something with feeling!" I should mention he was sitting down in a booth, alone, and was not a violent or angry drunk, apparently just nostalgic. Without missing a beat, they started playing My Baby Wrote Me A Letter, a mellow version, then ripped into one of their songs. That made the guy a fan for the rest of the night, even though the rest of the songs were the same style of the "Devo ****" he didn't like.
Another night, same dive. A Judas Priest tribute band was on the stage on an off night. The singer, skinny guy dressed in Rob Halford leather and studs, wasn't drunk but on the expensive '80's drug of choice that made you paranoid, (without mentioning its name). In the middle of the 3rd song, he just stopped singing and walked off the stage. The guitar player saw this and by the next line picked up singing lead vocals. The singer never returned for the rest of the night. Nobody in the crowd thought this was weird except me and the people I was with. My friend who was tending bar said it happened all the time, he would do his drug of choice before the show, get paranoid, walk off and the band would play without him. Weird but weirder still that it was accepted as normal band behavior.
Thank god that bar is under new management. It now features exotic dancers. Hopefully none of them walk off the stage paranoid. That wouldn't be accepted!!
Oh yeah, as I'm sure we all have, there are a few other drunk stories that can't be revealed on TB. They are funny though, trust me!!
I played another place in Bremerton,Washington and this drunk guy starts making the rounds hitting on all of the ladies, getting rebuffed every time. Finally I see the guy bend over and whisper into the ear of a friend of ours, who was 6'3" and over three hundred lbs. Immediately my friend gets up with a look of shock and revulsion on his face and the guy moves towards him like he is going to attack him. BAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!my friend punched this guy in the face and knocked him right on the floor. THe drunk guy storms out and we take our break. While getting some fresh air outside in front of the place the drunk guy comes back only this time he has a gun and he plans to use it. WE spent the rest of our break trying to simultaneously talk this guy down while attempting to warn the patrons of the bar (without spooking the crazy drunk). Eventually the guy went home but that was sketchy for a while.
My band was playing a familiar haunt in SE Indiana that wed played before with decent success. We kept noticing this guy sitting in the front flailing his arms around like drummer but with no sense of timing or dynamics of the songs we were playing. We all assumed it was a friend of the drummer. Hed wave frantically in the air to simulate drums, but like I said with no sense of timing on a song.
For example, at the beginning of Its Not My Time by Three Doors Down with the nice easy guitar intro. This guy started beating on the table spilling every drink on it as his wife/GF tried to steady and catch what she could. Then hes looking up at the drummer with his hands in the air like arent ya feeling me? This goes on thru the whole second set with the drummer looking back at him like ***.
Anyway, on break we were standing out side when all of a sudden this dude busts out the door and latches on to the sound guy. He starts saying I love ya man, I dig your drums & your beats, but you gotta kick everything up. The sound guy is trying to tell this drunk that hes not the drummer, but the dude continues. Yeah, man just play everything ahead 3 measures to kick it all into high gear, man. We all look at each other like what the hell is he talking about. He looks over at me and then back at the sound guy & says, 3 measures ahead trust me, Ive played with RATT, OZZY, and studied under the late John Bonham. They all kick it up 3 measures to pull the singer in and make the songs just cook man!!
The sound guy finally gets him to understand that hes just running the board. But we did point him in the general direction of the drummer, lol. We never did understand the 3 measures ahead thing so I guess he started before the rest of the band & stopped while they were still playing, lol.
For example, at the beginning of Its Not My Time by Three Doors Down with the nice easy guitar intro. This guy started beating on the table spilling every drink on it as his wife/GF tried to steady and catch what she could. Then hes looking up at the drummer with his hands in the air like arent ya feeling me? This goes on thru the whole second set with the drummer looking back at him like ***.
Anyway, on break we were standing out side when all of a sudden this dude busts out the door and latches on to the sound guy. He starts saying I love ya man, I dig your drums & your beats, but you gotta kick everything up. The sound guy is trying to tell this drunk that hes not the drummer, but the dude continues. Yeah, man just play everything ahead 3 measures to kick it all into high gear, man. We all look at each other like what the hell is he talking about. He looks over at me and then back at the sound guy & says, 3 measures ahead trust me, Ive played with RATT, OZZY, and studied under the late John Bonham. They all kick it up 3 measures to pull the singer in and make the songs just cook man!!
The sound guy finally gets him to understand that hes just running the board. But we did point him in the general direction of the drummer, lol. We never did understand the 3 measures ahead thing so I guess he started before the rest of the band & stopped while they were still playing, lol.
Another time I was playing with a jazz fusion group and this drunk guy staggers up to me, barely able to walk or speak, waving around a $20.00 bill and says,"I'll give $20.00 if ya play "Peggy Sue". I snatch the $200.00 bill get right up in his face and say,"we don;t do requests, thanks for the tip". The dude staggered back to his barstool and I left $20.00 richer. 
I did a fill in gig about 10 years ago on a last minute call from a drummer I knew from another group.He said the band is pretty hard drinkers but it was all easy cover tunes and good cash (Halloween night).
I show up at the gig that was an hour and a half away and proceed to set up and meet everyone and they all seem normal,no one is drinking real hard yet.Well now its 10 minutes before we hit the stage and the Police walk in and arrest the 1 and only guitar player and hall him away.
In the crowd is a guy dressed just like Big Bird who says he can play guitar and steps in and he can shred and he does so that problem is fixed.
By the second set the singer is completely drunk and after the break he comes out of the bathroom with his underware on the outside of his pants and now he is pissed and no one knows why but we make it thru the rest of the night.
So now I am tearing my rig down and about ready to head out and the singer who has passed out on the dance floor 1/2 an hour ago suddenly stands up and starts screaming the last verse of the last song we played almost an hour ago like he was stuck in a time warp.
He starts to realize that we are not playing he starts thowing his mic at anyone in striking distance and yelling keep playing you F**KERS!!
Out of nowhere walks the FOH guy who is about 5 foot tall and knocks the singer on the chin and he is out cold and everyone goes back about their bussiness of loading out like nothing was unusual.
Before I can get in my truck and leave the drummer asks me what are you doing tomorrow we got a gig and no bass player.(I passed and went home,I dont fill in for that drummer anymore)
I show up at the gig that was an hour and a half away and proceed to set up and meet everyone and they all seem normal,no one is drinking real hard yet.Well now its 10 minutes before we hit the stage and the Police walk in and arrest the 1 and only guitar player and hall him away.
In the crowd is a guy dressed just like Big Bird who says he can play guitar and steps in and he can shred and he does so that problem is fixed.
By the second set the singer is completely drunk and after the break he comes out of the bathroom with his underware on the outside of his pants and now he is pissed and no one knows why but we make it thru the rest of the night.
So now I am tearing my rig down and about ready to head out and the singer who has passed out on the dance floor 1/2 an hour ago suddenly stands up and starts screaming the last verse of the last song we played almost an hour ago like he was stuck in a time warp.
He starts to realize that we are not playing he starts thowing his mic at anyone in striking distance and yelling keep playing you F**KERS!!
Out of nowhere walks the FOH guy who is about 5 foot tall and knocks the singer on the chin and he is out cold and everyone goes back about their bussiness of loading out like nothing was unusual.
Before I can get in my truck and leave the drummer asks me what are you doing tomorrow we got a gig and no bass player.(I passed and went home,I dont fill in for that drummer anymore)
Was playing a fund raiser with one of my cover bands, and this guy stumbles up on stage to try and sing along in one of the mics (that was unused.) I elbowed him in the back and told him to get off the stage. I tried to be nice-ish, but I was mildly irritated with the passive aggressive tone/volume war going on between the two guitarists.
Said drunk took offense to this, and started calling me an @$$hole for punching him (which I didn't), bitched to me, the guitarists, singer, random people in the crowd. "That bass player guy is an @$$hole, we're just trying to have a good time, we should be able to sing with the band if we want." We had put ourselves up for auction and he had won, so he threatened to renege on his bid (proceeds went to a local grade school, so reneging would've been quite the scumbag thing to do.)
After about 20-30 mins of this, he vanished for a little while, and the next time I saw him he was apologizing profusely. He wouldn't leave me alone or shut up for the rest of the night. Wanting me to shake his hand while I'm in the middle of a song, etc.
I missed it, but it turns out his wife laid into him pretty hard in front of everyone. The lead guitarist said he kept screwing up a song because he was laughing so hard.
At another gig, while we were loading up there was a drunk guy at the bar who was yelling at us asking what we play, when we're playing, etc. He had swearing down to a science, literally every 4th word was some sort of curse word, even if it didn't fit with the sentence at all.
Said drunk took offense to this, and started calling me an @$$hole for punching him (which I didn't), bitched to me, the guitarists, singer, random people in the crowd. "That bass player guy is an @$$hole, we're just trying to have a good time, we should be able to sing with the band if we want." We had put ourselves up for auction and he had won, so he threatened to renege on his bid (proceeds went to a local grade school, so reneging would've been quite the scumbag thing to do.)
After about 20-30 mins of this, he vanished for a little while, and the next time I saw him he was apologizing profusely. He wouldn't leave me alone or shut up for the rest of the night. Wanting me to shake his hand while I'm in the middle of a song, etc.
I missed it, but it turns out his wife laid into him pretty hard in front of everyone. The lead guitarist said he kept screwing up a song because he was laughing so hard.
At another gig, while we were loading up there was a drunk guy at the bar who was yelling at us asking what we play, when we're playing, etc. He had swearing down to a science, literally every 4th word was some sort of curse word, even if it didn't fit with the sentence at all.
I got one that still stands out in my mind from the many.
My main band used to play a place called the Fox Bar one Friday a month about 15 years ago or so.It was the basic 21 to 30 year old yuppie people's R&R cover band /pickup place.It wasn't a dive but people would get pretty trashed.
The Lady's room was tucked down a small hallway by my side of the stage. The Women would have to line up when it was crowded & the line would usually spill out a bit by my side.(Lucky ME!).
One night this VERY hot babe with a low cut top & amazing cleavage(NO BRA!) was standing in line for the rest room.This drunk frat boy type staggers over, looks at her face,then her cleavage,looks at her face again & then proceeds to barf big time right into her ample cleavage!
Of course she screamed & cried,etc. & this twit got bounced out of the joint but I have to admit I found it hilarious as all get out!
Smelled gross,though!
My main band used to play a place called the Fox Bar one Friday a month about 15 years ago or so.It was the basic 21 to 30 year old yuppie people's R&R cover band /pickup place.It wasn't a dive but people would get pretty trashed.
The Lady's room was tucked down a small hallway by my side of the stage. The Women would have to line up when it was crowded & the line would usually spill out a bit by my side.(Lucky ME!).
One night this VERY hot babe with a low cut top & amazing cleavage(NO BRA!) was standing in line for the rest room.This drunk frat boy type staggers over, looks at her face,then her cleavage,looks at her face again & then proceeds to barf big time right into her ample cleavage!
Of course she screamed & cried,etc. & this twit got bounced out of the joint but I have to admit I found it hilarious as all get out!
Smelled gross,though!
Tons of stories (I tended and ran bars for 25 years and was a fairly heavy partier myself), but not many band related.
I used to play blues harp with a local band whose drummer lived out of town. He had to cancel a gig at the last minute, and the bassist found a fill-in from Chamonix, over the border in France. This fairly dishevelled guy showed up an hour before the gig with this little white dog of some sort, and got a huge glass of wine from the bar and chatted with us about the gig. He sounded cool if a little worse for wear, and we were all happy and ready to go. He chain-smoked and put a few away but seemed okay.
Gigtime he sits down at the kit, his dog plants himself in front of the bass drum, and away we go. He's playing fine, keeping time, until about 20 minutes into the set. His playing was getting quieter and more random by the second, until it sounded like he was playing a different song in another room. We plow on, laughing a bit but getting a bit irritated, and his dog is just sitting there looking at us. We are completely ignoring him by now, trying to get to the end of a song, when a few people in front start pointing and cracking up. I turned around just in time to see him do a slow motion comedy backwards fall off his stool, ending up dead drunk and motionless on his back with his long skinny legs sticking up over the snare. We stopped playing, and the dog walks calmly around to him and just lies down next to him and starts licking the arsehole's face.
We didn't ask him back.
I used to play blues harp with a local band whose drummer lived out of town. He had to cancel a gig at the last minute, and the bassist found a fill-in from Chamonix, over the border in France. This fairly dishevelled guy showed up an hour before the gig with this little white dog of some sort, and got a huge glass of wine from the bar and chatted with us about the gig. He sounded cool if a little worse for wear, and we were all happy and ready to go. He chain-smoked and put a few away but seemed okay.
Gigtime he sits down at the kit, his dog plants himself in front of the bass drum, and away we go. He's playing fine, keeping time, until about 20 minutes into the set. His playing was getting quieter and more random by the second, until it sounded like he was playing a different song in another room. We plow on, laughing a bit but getting a bit irritated, and his dog is just sitting there looking at us. We are completely ignoring him by now, trying to get to the end of a song, when a few people in front start pointing and cracking up. I turned around just in time to see him do a slow motion comedy backwards fall off his stool, ending up dead drunk and motionless on his back with his long skinny legs sticking up over the snare. We stopped playing, and the dog walks calmly around to him and just lies down next to him and starts licking the arsehole's face.
We didn't ask him back.
We never did understand the 3 measures ahead thing so I guess he started before the rest of the band & stopped while they were still playing, lol.
I remember doing something like that with "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" in elementary school.
Reminds me of some kid in a chat who said John Bonham used to only play in odd time signatures.
We played regularly at a club in Michigan. One of the regulars there was one of the most blissed out looking SOBs I have ever seen. He always had a look on his face as if he had just had an orgasm. Somebody told me he had suffered extensive brain damage in a car accident, and that he had a metal plate in his head.
He got along with everybody until he got a few beers in him, and then he always ended up in a fight. This happened several weekends in a row until they finally banned him.
We started calling him Platehead, and it soon became a favorite band insult - when a band member did something stupid we would call him Platehead. Hey, maybe that's not so bad a name for a metal band - The Plateheads.
He got along with everybody until he got a few beers in him, and then he always ended up in a fight. This happened several weekends in a row until they finally banned him.
We started calling him Platehead, and it soon became a favorite band insult - when a band member did something stupid we would call him Platehead. Hey, maybe that's not so bad a name for a metal band - The Plateheads.
I've told this story here before, but...
About 25 years ago, I was playing a very formal wedding gig, and during the dance set the band got a visit from an old guy -- the archetypal "black sheep of the family" -- who staggered over, commandeered a microphone and demanded that we play Chuck Berry's "My Ding-a-Ling." We looked at each other, shrugged, and went into it. He started to bellow out the lyrics: "I want to play with MY DING-A-LING!!" The horrified looks on the other people's faces was priceless; after a few seconds, the bride, herself, raced over to usher him off the bandstand.
About 25 years ago, I was playing a very formal wedding gig, and during the dance set the band got a visit from an old guy -- the archetypal "black sheep of the family" -- who staggered over, commandeered a microphone and demanded that we play Chuck Berry's "My Ding-a-Ling." We looked at each other, shrugged, and went into it. He started to bellow out the lyrics: "I want to play with MY DING-A-LING!!" The horrified looks on the other people's faces was priceless; after a few seconds, the bride, herself, raced over to usher him off the bandstand.
Hi.
Well, on last saturdays gig in a Mc-club the drummer and the singer (drummers GF) belongs to we again had our share of hilarious drunks.
The cutest one by far was one of my friends new girlfriend who really was too drunk to speak and had really bad problems standing up. She just leaned on me and stroked my beard like she's never seen one and giggled constantly
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Fortunately my friend isn't the jealous type...
As it was one prospects b-day, most of the people there were total strangers and one particular drunk was hilarious. When he finally figured out I was in one of the bands, every half an hour or so he staggered towards me and asked how the gig went? Every time i told that we hadn't played yet, in fact none of the bands had played yet, and we'll start about midnight. Almost the whole 3 sets he did stand about half a meter in front of me staring at me while i sang, one disturbing feller. Fortunately there were some really drunk chicks there with their own idea of the friendship between girls to distract my attention.
The "singer" of the first act was totally hilarious. As usual to him, he'd been getting into the gig mood for two days straight and was a bit plastered to say the least. Didn't remember the lyrics at all, just sang random words in random order.
That same guy earlier this year in that same place, just wanted to sing his favourite music with us and the guy being about 150Kg and the female vocalist about 50Kg there wasn't much she could do to prevent that from happening. She might not be the strongest or the largest there is, but my god she has a bad temper when someone pisses her off. After that gig where he wanted to sit in, she let him have it, badly. Later that week in another bar she had made sure that he got the message and let him have it again. And a reminder every time they bumped into eachother.
He got it all right, last saturday he had come to her and apologised that he was there again, but they had a band now and hoped it was all right by her that he sang there this time.
Regards
Sam
Well, on last saturdays gig in a Mc-club the drummer and the singer (drummers GF) belongs to we again had our share of hilarious drunks.
The cutest one by far was one of my friends new girlfriend who really was too drunk to speak and had really bad problems standing up. She just leaned on me and stroked my beard like she's never seen one and giggled constantly
.Fortunately my friend isn't the jealous type...
As it was one prospects b-day, most of the people there were total strangers and one particular drunk was hilarious. When he finally figured out I was in one of the bands, every half an hour or so he staggered towards me and asked how the gig went? Every time i told that we hadn't played yet, in fact none of the bands had played yet, and we'll start about midnight. Almost the whole 3 sets he did stand about half a meter in front of me staring at me while i sang, one disturbing feller. Fortunately there were some really drunk chicks there with their own idea of the friendship between girls to distract my attention
.The "singer" of the first act was totally hilarious. As usual to him, he'd been getting into the gig mood for two days straight and was a bit plastered to say the least. Didn't remember the lyrics at all, just sang random words in random order
.That same guy earlier this year in that same place, just wanted to sing his favourite music with us and the guy being about 150Kg and the female vocalist about 50Kg there wasn't much she could do to prevent that from happening. She might not be the strongest or the largest there is, but my god she has a bad temper when someone pisses her off. After that gig where he wanted to sit in, she let him have it, badly. Later that week in another bar she had made sure that he got the message and let him have it again. And a reminder every time they bumped into eachother.
He got it all right, last saturday he had come to her and apologised that he was there again, but they had a band now and hoped it was all right by her that he sang there this time
.Regards
Sam
Back in my original band days I used to play at a place called the Continental in Buffalo all the time. There was a guy named Mick that always there, always loaded (on more than just the beers), and always WAY into our band. He was giant...I'm 6'-5", and I had to look up at him.
So anyway, the guy was a bull in a china shop...slamming into people, the walls, the bar, whatever got in his way. One night he comes on stage during a song, which scared the crap out of me to begin with....then we finish the song. He comes over to me and starts yelling "Nobody wants to get arrested!" I ask him what??? I keep getting the same response. Finally I just fly into the next song, and Mick grabs the mic. He starts singing some song, probably something to do with the Nobody wants to get arrested line. We finish the song, he flies off stage and begins running into things again.
So anyway, the guy was a bull in a china shop...slamming into people, the walls, the bar, whatever got in his way. One night he comes on stage during a song, which scared the crap out of me to begin with....then we finish the song. He comes over to me and starts yelling "Nobody wants to get arrested!" I ask him what??? I keep getting the same response. Finally I just fly into the next song, and Mick grabs the mic. He starts singing some song, probably something to do with the Nobody wants to get arrested line. We finish the song, he flies off stage and begins running into things again.
Did a show 4 years ago where this idiot came out and proceeded to get very drunk and be a one man mosh pit. He was hitting ivisible people and they were hitting him back. He would fly across the floor and act like he just took one out, then go flying the other way acting like he just got taken out. So we finally finish our set and embarrass him, but he was to drunk to comprehend it. He follows us out back to where we're loading up and there's a bunch of minorities around and for some reason he starts screaming a bunch of racial slurs so we hurry up and throw all our stuff in the van and get the hell out of there, he asked us for a ride but we said hell no. We later found out that when he finally did get home 2 guys beat him with baseball bats for doing something to the one guys sister, I heard he raped her but I also heard it was consentual.
Another one happend at a house party with my first band. Our guitarist got really drunk. We played metal and for some reason he starts playing blues. About 3 songs into our set he does a blues solo, takes his guitar off, sets it down, turns around to walk out, hits the door frame and falls face first on the floor and passes out. There's a couple, I have a few more stories but I have to get back to work.
Another one happend at a house party with my first band. Our guitarist got really drunk. We played metal and for some reason he starts playing blues. About 3 songs into our set he does a blues solo, takes his guitar off, sets it down, turns around to walk out, hits the door frame and falls face first on the floor and passes out. There's a couple, I have a few more stories but I have to get back to work.
There was one occasion where a particularly "intelligent" individual attempted to remove one of my stage monitors from my possession during our bands set:scowl:.
He got the cables out and I let him stagger off with it, he got about 5 feet before falling and dropping it on himself:scowl:.
I now use in ear monitors for many reasons, this is one of them.
He got the cables out and I let him stagger off with it, he got about 5 feet before falling and dropping it on himself:scowl:.
I now use in ear monitors for many reasons, this is one of them.
In the 70's in the hair & spandex days, we toured the bayou circuit a lot. One night we we doing our regular show at a club on Highway 1 which is a two lane highway directly next to the bayou(read large canal for non-coonarses). After our last set, a group of very satisified and very intoxicated customers exited the club. One customer had a very beautiful, very fast, and very loud Corvette out front. While we were loading the Ryder truck with the roadcrew, we all heard the music that only a powerful V8 with a low-restriction exhaust system can produce and rev up a few times to cheering in front of the club.
Next thing we heard was the RPM increase rapidly followed by tires screaming as they tried in vain to gain traction on the two lane blacktop. The roadway was partially wet with dampness which was not helping. This lasted about 20 seconds followed by a further increase in RPM and screeching and then....A VERY LARGE SPLASH and the sound of a floored V8 drowning in the bayou! We ran around to the front of the club only to see 1/3rd of the front of the car and headlights pointing towards the sky while the driver and passenger swam/waded to shore.
I'll never forget that night.
The Vette owner probably won't either.
Next thing we heard was the RPM increase rapidly followed by tires screaming as they tried in vain to gain traction on the two lane blacktop. The roadway was partially wet with dampness which was not helping. This lasted about 20 seconds followed by a further increase in RPM and screeching and then....A VERY LARGE SPLASH and the sound of a floored V8 drowning in the bayou! We ran around to the front of the club only to see 1/3rd of the front of the car and headlights pointing towards the sky while the driver and passenger swam/waded to shore.
I'll never forget that night.
The Vette owner probably won't either.
