Crab Races Apparently

So last night I went to dinner with the lovely ladies Carrie and Vivian. We decided to try this newish place in OB called Blue Parrot. I haven't been there yet because it took the place of my fave Ortega's so I was holding a bit of a grudge.
Well anyway, little did we know it was Crab Racing Tuesdays. Apparently this is a really big deal. I had no idea. It was really loud and there were a ton of people. So we are sitting there trying to have normal conversation over the death metal music they are playing (for the crabs?) and this plastered guy walks up,
"You gals gonna get in on this race?" he breaths his nast beer breath on us all,
Carrie "No man I think we are gonna sit this one out"
Mr Nasty Breath "Yeah like how do you cheer on a crab? hahahaha"
and then he walks away beer in hand.
What? Really? So weird. The food was pretty good but the place was really strange...I don't know if I would go back in fear of meeting Mr Nasty Breath agian. Seriously. Brush your teeth or something.