The picture to the left made me cry happy tears. I have always owned a majority of the Pub, but I felt it time I own it all (insert maniacal laughter here). Isaac and I started the Pub together, we had been best friends for maybe 10 years? He had the money, I had the time and passion to get it off the ground. Unfortunately, we're not the best communicators, and that caused problems. Add time and less communicating to fuel the resentful fire, and it only got worse between us, so I asked him to leave the company. It took a couple of years to get everything figured out, but thankfully he left when COVID started to impact our business, realizing that he would sink the entire ship/Pub if he stayed on. I am grateful for his contributions to the Pub, but more grateful he stepped away when he did. Now, this Pub that I call my Baby and this community that I call my family is a major part of my life and I'm so grateful. It's scary as hell to be solely responsible for anything, let alone an entire business that is trying to foster a community of geeks and nerds, but I don't let it stop me. I will admit to letting it slow me down, but I blame my anxiety/depression mostly.
While I am solely responsible for the Pub, I have help raising my Baby. My regulars, my part-time bartenders, and most importantly, Josh. Many of you have already met Josh as he's been bartending when I'm not, but he is my rock. He is also helping the Pub get more organized & stay cleaner, so while he's not an owner, he's my business & life partner.
In a couple of months, I'll turn 33. 33! I don't feel old enough for all these responsibilities, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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