The Poop Deck

After a full day of work on Saturday (can you hear me whining?), I drove to Galveston to visit my friend Kory. We met in New Orleans doing Blue Roofs following Hurricane Katrina. He lives in Raleigh, North Carolina but with both of us traipsing the country with FEMA, we've stumbled into each other many times since 2005. Kory scored a sweet condo in Galveston, on the bay only 2 floors below Beyonce. Not kidding. After settling into my private bedroom suite with floor to ceiling windows, we hit the Seawall (main strip) to check out the Saturday night action. Three bars into it, I was unimpressed. We first hit Landry's, then The Spot, then The Poop Deck.

Aside from the name, The Poop Deck has its own strange appeal. We walked up a crickety old staircase to a door without a handle into an old smoky saloon type room. It would actually be the perfect spot on a sunny afternoon because the deck is lined with boat chairs and overlooks the main drag and the bay. However, the old locals smoked us out that night.

After a cold drink at The Poop Deck, Kory finally concinced me the Holiday Inn bar was the place to be. I initially resisted the idea of a hotel bar, but given our track record that night, I was game for anything. Kory was right - so right. The Holiday Inn bar was happening! There was a live band and the place was packed out. We met a fun group guys from Dallas as soon as we walked in the door and after a couple hours of dancing, we closed the place down.