Made a Beer Offering to Coastal Resident Tiki

Low Tide Beach at Sunset
Low Tide Beach at Sunset

The walk on the beach left me parched and a bit chilled.  I stumbled into a defunct laundromat to warm myself by a dryer…only to find out it was no laundromat.  It was…and likely still is since I left it only moments ago…a bar!  Uncle Duke’s Beach Bar in fact.

Uncle Duke's Beach Bar
Uncle Duke's Beach Bar

The bartender, Carl, greeted me with a cold draft beer and I immediately needed to relieve myself ….yep…that is how happy I was.   I found a place to park my backside and enjoyed the cold beverage.   Soaking up the ambiance I couldn’t help but notice the door monitor that I failed to notice when I entered. ..A 5-foot hand-carved and painted Tiki.

Beer Offering to Tiki
Beer Offering to Tiki

I offered the Tiki my beer but it refused to speak with me.  Maybe it doesn’t like the draft Stone Pale Ale.  Maybe it was just me.  I fear that, like the Brady Bunch in Hawaii, I may have cursed my brother with an early demise.  If I did…I’m sure I’ll hear about it.

Patron Indian Joe, aka Hot-Lips, was kind enough to buy a round of beers and offered nourishment in the form of corn chips and some sort of jalapeno dip…

I enjoyed my evening and the company of my new friends.

Author: Adam

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