Before I go to sleep:
We’re about a month away from opening, or so we think. We’ve pushed-back the opening date a few times already and are starting to feel pressure to get the doors open, but we only have so much control over the renovation process. We just have to stay the course and keep our eyes on the prize. We will open when we’re ready; and when we do, it’s gonna be amazing. For now, it’s one day at a time.
The space is really taking shape – it’s starting to look like a bar! – but there’s still so much work to accomplish before we tear the paper of the window and let the sun shine in. We’re nervous and exited; lost and found; up and down. It’s a daily exercise in learning not give a fuck.
While I love the process of building a space – it’s an incredibly satisfying project – I’m really looking forward to getting back behind the bar. It’s been too long. I miss hosting, taking care of people, working the room, mixing drinks – all that stuff. Most of all, I can’t wait to get behind my very own bar and run the show my way. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time, and I’m more than ready to bring the magic!
The service industry has treated me well. It’s also brought me a lot of hell. I’ve had a lot of fun, but I’ve grown tired of trying to fit into visions I don’t fully believe in. I’m a team player, sure; I can play the part. But at the end of the day, I have to do my own thing.
[To be continued.]