Thursday, June 23, 2005

"I'LL GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS...."
(WARNING: this is one of those rare epiphany moments where I wax poetic. If it gets too sappy... then entertain yourself with one of my polls or something.)

I find myself humming that song (I think it's by the Beatles, i'm not sure) and can't help but to think about the different circles of people that intertwine in my life. Let me rewind a bit;

Earlier in the day I was having an amusing conversation with some of the afternoon regulars. The banter that takes place can be a bit loud at times; yet amusing most of the time. In any case, one of the things I realized today as I sat amongst the Afternoon Brew Crew is that I consider myself to be lucky to be friends with these guys. While our backgrounds vastly differ, at the end of the day, we all share a common bond: the true bond of friendship. I know that if something were to happen to me (god forbid), that these people, the ones that dart in and out of my life for a few minutes each day, will do whatever possible to be there for me. I've seen them do it for each other. And you know what? It's a good feeling. The same thing can be said with my Sunday Football Crew. We've grown pretty close through the love of football and the camraderie has grown past the Sunday Ritual. We are in constant contact with each other; we invite each other to various functions outside of Third and Long; And don't get me started on our email conversations! Again, it's a good feeling to know that you have people that you can count on, and really consider as friends.

Later that evening I went out to dinner with one of my closest friends. Again, I met her at Third and Long years ago and we hit it off right away. She is a white collar professional, very good at what she does. She makes a shitload of money and one would think that a person with all of that going for her, the last thing she'd be doing is hanging out with the likes of me. But she is one of the most down to earth people i've ever met and I consider myself lucky to have her as a friend. I vent to her about my issues of the day and she listens without judging; she gives me feedback, and vice-versa. It's good to have someone like that.

So while I'm walking home from dinner, I began to think about all of these things and all of the people that I had the pleasure (or not) of coming in contact with over the years. Most of them were pretty cool. Some were definately "unique". Others, i'd just as soon as forget about. But at the end of the day, I consider myself blessed to have had the opportunity to have them pass through my life. At one point, I walked past this homeless guy who was sitting on his posessions, all alone. You could tell that he had a hard life and was very much alone. I think to myself, "count your blessings....there's always someone worse off than you; That could easily be you.".

So now, if I find myself having a bad day at the bar, or if I just feel like shit (which happens once in a while, believe it or not), I'll simply think about you guys and what you mean to me and chances are that i'll find myself feeling better again after a few minutes... Thanks! NUFF SAID ABOUT THAT

Wednesday Night was rather steady. When I left for my dinner engagement, Happy Hour was up and running and there was a nice crowd gathering. When I returned, there was a totally different group of people hanging out around the bar but the pace remained steady. A pretty good night for Wednesday.

Don't forget to leave me feedback/suggestions on various changes you'd like to see at the bar. Whether it be the color of paint we use for the bathrooms, or a particular drink special you'd like to see, to the type of music we play, leave me your thoughts. I promise to take all suggestions under consideration. And don't forget to vote on the mini-polls! There will be new questions popping up all the time, so just press "refresh" on your browser to get another poll question.

$3 Coronas/ Michelob Light and $4 Margaritas/ Sangria (5pm-9pm). GAME 7: NBA Finals!
See you tonight!

NUFF SAID