Tonight is the biggest Christmas party we host at the bar each year. This is my third or fourth time to work it… and its crazy busy.
I joke that there is fear in my eyes when I talk about it. It’s full throttle all night long, often finding the bar three or four deep all yelling for drinks. Its stressful!!
But its also exhilarating. Its rewarding. And it flies by — it is over almost as fast as it begins. You don’t have time to think about the time. You don’t have time to think about much of anything except the order in front of you.
Bring it on… I’m ready. I have a 5 Hour in my purse. Tennis shoes are ready to rock. Bottle opener primed to go.
Parking is the bane of my life. I swear, since college, parking has been a huge stress for me.
In college, I would arrive hours early just to get a spot. I would park, crawl in my backseat, set an alarm, and sleep up to class time. It was worth it to get a spot…Â something that’s hard to do at a big university.
Today, I stress over parking downtown Nashville. Luckily 9 times out of 10, my worry is for naught. But then there are those times when I curse parking…Â especially parking a pickup truck.Â
People who double park or park crooked… they are people I curse. We’re all in this parking battle together. Can’t we just get along in it??
