Sunday, Dec. 16, 2018
This bar. My little pride & joy. What was wrong with me?! A bar is meant to be a place where people gather, where they trade stories, a place to relax and hopefully leave feeling a tiny bit better. Yet for some strange reason I just wanted to keep it to myself. But why? Wasn’t one of the goals to make some extra cash so maybe Kensi or I wouldn’t have to work so much (or at all)? This bar was my dream and I guess I didn’t want anyone sullying the place. (Have you met some of our co-workers?!)
With the bar and wedding, it’s making me think even more about the future. If I’m this uptight (When did that happen?) about the bar, how am I going to be with a child?! Where did laid-back, surfer Marty go? I guess that’s what happens when you’re suddenly responsible for more than yourself.
Minus this odd case, it’s been a few good days. Why? Kensi. But even more so. She’s seemed so relaxed, and dare I say, funny? (Thank goodness it hasn’t included her trademark laugh.) Have we traded personalities? I guess having a new huge business loan hanging over my head has had a sobering effect. Wow. Sobering? By owning a bar? Talk about textbook irony.
I’m not used to throwing office parties, so I definitely couldn’t have done it without Kensi – or Tiffany, Kat, & Mandy. (Hmm, maybe there’s a party planning business in our future? Or they could do our wedding reception!) They saved the day – and thankfully it wasn’t with just a table of cupcakes!
While it’s natural to look ahead to the new year, this is also a time to look back and reflect. I’m not sure what made me present such a deep and pensive toast. This is a tough profession, one where we never know what tomorrow might bring. We taken some tough hits over the years. It’s also been not that long ago Kensi and I were each spending our holidays alone, mourning our own personal losses. Those days taught us a lot, made us stronger, but they are also no more. Here’s to the future and focusing on the joys more than the sorrows. (By this time next year there should be “Double Deeks” decking the halls of OSP! Sweet!)