So it was the fourth of July, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, anywhere at the Mouse . . .
After having a tremendous crowd at Great Oaks this afternoon, we were not quiet ready for what we saw when we arrived at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub int he evening . . .
. . . nothing.
Well, to be honest, we understood it to be slow, but not THIS slow. There was no one outside on the patio. The upstairs was closed; and the inside bar had one table there.
It was going to be a long night, we believed. This will be a true test of our entertainment skills. And, entertain we did . . . We turned one table into a 3/4 full pub by midnight. And, in the process met another enter cast of new friends.
Sometimes, we feel like people are there to just be at a bar, but on a night like this, we feel that they came for the bar, but stayed for the music.