I decided to hit the big tourist bar, Sloppy Joe’s. I had been there many years ago, but it was in the afternoon and it was pretty dead. Not so last night. The place was packed and it was hopping. It was an interesting crowd. When I walked in there was a gentleman leaning up against the bar with his eyes closed, passed out or sleeping, you choose. From time to time he would start to slip to one side or the other and he would open his eyes, stand up straight and close his eyes again.