Sorry for the short notice,
but as of June 1, Campy is no longer a bar owner. Some idiot thinks he can make a nickel off of our place, and made an offer ( any offer was cool with me) that we could not refuse.
I am going to miss the following:
Not golfing, because bartenders are on the "time of the month cloth"
No vacation because bartenders are on the "time of the month cloth"
Watching the 401K I've spent the last 18 years building up slowly disappear.
Going to work @ 0430 on my days off.
Bitching, whining, moaning from customers who obviously missed their calling in life, and should have been bar owners because they have "all" the answers.
*fudge* it, I'm out, and still feel OK with everything. We will have have an awesome party to get rid of the stock we cannot, by law, get rid of...all free, so come one, come all.
I've never felt freeer in my life.