Savannah wrote:I don't patronize bars much (I'm more likely to have cocktails with friends) but I felt very, very welcome at Lamplighter's bar just off Center Camp, even though I didn't know anybody behind the bar. (I normally find asking for a drink from strangers to be fairly awkward). But they were really nice; really welcoming. Pretty bar, too.
This reminds me of this time in 2011 when I was hanging out with a friend of my campmate. He was already quite drunk and had forgotten his water canteen at his campsite (I know, what a fool), so he figured rather than walking all the way across the playa, why not hit up a bar for a quick glass of water? So he walks into a bar on the Esplanade (I have no recollection of which one) and the bartender, quite drunk himself, offers this guy a drink. The interaction went something like this:
"Hey man can I pour you a drink?

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"Yeah, actually, I'd just like a glass of water.

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"You mean, you don't have water?

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"Well not with me you see I...

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"You didn't bring WATER?!?

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"Well like I said...

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"You're seriously asking me for a fucking glass of WATER right now?!?!?!?

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"YES, that's what I'm...

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"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, A FUCKING GLASS OF WATER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

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(thinking the man is being sarcastic) "YES PLEASE, I'D LIKE A FUCKING GLASS OF WATER

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(something to the effect of) "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I HURT YOU!

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I was in stitches as my campmate's friend walked out of the bar, still thirsty and somewhat startled. It actually seemed like a bar fight was imminent, since this guy (campmate's friend) has a bit of scathing, miscalibrated sense of sarcasm. The bartender at the next bar over was like "yeah, sure here you go!

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Too bad I can't remember the name of that first bar. That one is definitely one of my favorites.