Opening of The Winchester!
The days leading up to this are long. I'm more tired than I've been in... well, maybe ever. People kept warning me, looking at me like maybe I hadn't thought this through, but maybe I really hadn't. Maybe I had no fuckin' clue how much work this'd be.
But the place looks great. Furniture all brought in from Duck and the other people I ended up talkin' into helping me out. Brightly colored glass lights hanging over the booths and tables, and the mural Brian's been working on the last few weeks, paint still drying and half finished, a chaotic tangle of different styles and cultures, 'cause that's the kind of food this place'll be cranking out.
Earlier in the week, we put out a poster in the compound, but I figure word of mouth is enough to bring at least a few folks in. There's a list of specials tacked above the bar and Joe's in the kitchen now. There's already the smell of frying seafood filling up the place, music playing inside, torch candles lit on the porch and fresh juice and tea and coffee behind the bar... Alcohol's still a pretty big problem, but until we can get the bar stocked up, we'll have to be careful with it.
Angua's got sushi plated up near the bar, she and Jess are both here to help out with anyone who comes in, and Tom's working the door. So all I can do is sit back and pretend like I know what the fuck I'm doin', and ask myself what the hell made me think I could handle this place.
"Alright, folks, let's open the fuckin' doors," I say, standing behind the bar with a smirk on my face.
And here we go...
[[The Winchester will be open any time after 7pm, well after midnight. Your pup can mingle inside or out. There's ice cream and fried seafood and appetizers, sushi and mostly non-alcoholic drinks. Also, there's music, performed by Joe Dick and John Mamet! New toplevels can be added all through the weekend, and anyone is welcome. Tag each other, bother the staf just don't break anything. Have at it.]]
But the place looks great. Furniture all brought in from Duck and the other people I ended up talkin' into helping me out. Brightly colored glass lights hanging over the booths and tables, and the mural Brian's been working on the last few weeks, paint still drying and half finished, a chaotic tangle of different styles and cultures, 'cause that's the kind of food this place'll be cranking out.
Earlier in the week, we put out a poster in the compound, but I figure word of mouth is enough to bring at least a few folks in. There's a list of specials tacked above the bar and Joe's in the kitchen now. There's already the smell of frying seafood filling up the place, music playing inside, torch candles lit on the porch and fresh juice and tea and coffee behind the bar... Alcohol's still a pretty big problem, but until we can get the bar stocked up, we'll have to be careful with it.
Angua's got sushi plated up near the bar, she and Jess are both here to help out with anyone who comes in, and Tom's working the door. So all I can do is sit back and pretend like I know what the fuck I'm doin', and ask myself what the hell made me think I could handle this place.
"Alright, folks, let's open the fuckin' doors," I say, standing behind the bar with a smirk on my face.
And here we go...
[[The Winchester will be open any time after 7pm, well after midnight. Your pup can mingle inside or out. There's ice cream and fried seafood and appetizers, sushi and mostly non-alcoholic drinks. Also, there's music, performed by Joe Dick and John Mamet! New toplevels can be added all through the weekend, and anyone is welcome. Tag each other, bother the staf just don't break anything. Have at it.]]