After a meal downtown, called to my local, the Cotton Ball, for a few pints only to chance upon the bar’s Ladies Night.
It was like old times in the venue: good crowd, music, dancing and craic. There were even bare chested bar-persons. Don’t worry. All male. And oh so very pale. You’d think Dracula had just been through!
A free drink on the way in and spots and raffles galore added to the fun and the whole event certainly brought a lot of new faces, including some of the staff from Sam McCauley’s who were sponsoring some of the prizes but didn't do anything for the pale barmen (sorry, no tan lads!).
In fairness, the staff (and there was no shortage of them) joined in the spirit and kept the good times rolling. The ladies, mainly the mature ones, got to their feet to see the top barman emerge on the floor after a vote. He puffed out his chest but pride before a fall. One of his voters picked up her prize, at least part of it. The other part was a kiss from yer man but she avoided that by the proverbial barge pole.
But all in good fun and it was a very enjoyable night. Hope it is the first of many. Well done to all concerned.