I’m At Noce Right Now

I am at Noce right now, kind of slow, gives me a chance to catch up on some work on the computer.  I’ve got my own spot by the bar.  Who’s got a better job than me?  I’m kicking it here, sun is streaming through the window, great live jazz on stage, make a few drinks, make a few bucks, life is good.  Been actually a pretty hectic day up until now, so feels good to be able to sit down, relax a bit.

My son had a “moving up” ceremony today at school.  I really love the school he’s in.  It’s a Montessori school, so he hangs out with all the progressive, hippie/hipster kids. It’s all about “learning at your own pace.”  My son is in a classroom of 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders.  He was a 3rd grader this year, hence, he’s “moving up” to a new classroom/new teacher.  When school starts again, he’ll be with 4th, 5th, and 6th graders.  I’m looking forward to seeing what happens when he mixes in with the older kids.  I’m real proud of him.  He’s a great kid.  Smart, and very sweet.  Unlike his dad.

After the ceremony, I went back home for a bit, then ran some Noce errands.  Had to go to Costco and Walmart for food supplies.  It’s a major bummer.  Two of the three snacks I’ve been stocking at the bar are no longer available, so I’m scrambling to figure out an alternative.  Have to find something tasty, and cost-effective.

Arrived at Noce a little bit before 4, to let in my back bartender, and set up the front bar.  My job has become a bit more complicated recently with all the parties we’ve been throwing in the back.  I’ve got to stock for TWO bars now, and have a bartender.  Not as easy back there, because everything is movable.  I don’t have guns, or any kind of coolers, so have to stock everything day of.  Luckily, we have this amazing walk-in cooler in the basement that keeps everything cold.  There was a moment there in the beginning, where the GM said to me, do you really think we need a walk-in, and I was like, yeah, it’ll be nice.  Now, I don’t know what I’d do without it.  If I ever run out of beer or wine that needs to be cold, I just run downstairs, and grab what I need, and it’s ready to sell.  At my old job, no walk-in meant you run out of beer, you need some time for it to get cold.  A walk-in cooler is expensive, but SO worth it.

At 4:45, after stocking the front bar, getting it ready for the night, I hightail it to a quick showing.  As some of you know, I recently got my real estate license, and have been actually doing really good.  A little bit of luck, and I believe I’m suited for the job. I’ve learned that it’s a lot about listening.  I try to keep my mouth shut as much as possible.  I don’t know A LOT about houses, but I’ve been studying people my entire life.  Buying a house/selling a house can be a stressful experience.  I don’t have it all figured out, not by a long shot, but I believe in the idea of home ownership, so I believe in the product I’m selling.  Right now, the market is a bit frustrating, because there’s not a lot out there to choose from, but I’m in it for the long haul.

I called my cocktail server on my way to the showing.  She says, first off, I want to say  congratulations.  I say, uh-oh.  What did I do?  She says, I see you started up your blog again!  I’m like, uh-oh.  How’d you find out?  She says, actually, my daughter found out…

I actually didn’t tell anyone I was starting up the blog again.  Even my wife.  And I denied it three times to her.  Did you start writing on your blog again?  I say, nope.  Oh, I saw, someone said online…  Nope, that was just, I don’t know, about one of my old stories.  I mean, I didn’t imagine it would go completely unnoticed, I just don’t want to make a big deal out of it.  This is really for me.

My cocktail server said a funny thing.  She says, I’m glad I’ve read your stories.  You seem more human now.

I did take a walk today around my neighborhood.  About a 45 min walk.  And in the distance, I see a young girl approaching me on the sidewalk.  Oh where do I look?  Do I look down?  Do I look straight ahead?  Maybe to the street.  Why does it matter?  I look straight ahead.  I don’t want her to think, who is this weirdo approaching me, looking at me.

She gets to me, I smile, say, hello, she smiles, says, hello, then walks on by.





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