There is so much I still need to write about this process of opening. The feelings of despair and exhaustion and pride and frustration and anger and joy from circumstances expected and absurd. But I'll save that for later because I am really, unbelievably tired. And in my narrative's place I'll share with you two pictures: One, of a rotting concrete box just three months ago, and another, of a bar that last night, for the first time, sprung to life.
(We're not open yet. I am still dealing with licensing and legal issues, but when we are open -- in a little more than a week, after more practice -- I'll share that here. Last night was a test run. And all things considered, it went pretty well.)