The Village and its Idiot (Me)
The Idiot: That time with the ladder. (Spoiler alert: not the first time, definitely not the last)
I am hyper-independent.
While I have no memories of my earliest days, I imagine a ha'-Penny struggling with a task (putting on socks? getting corn kernels to my mouth?) and announcing in incredibly-frustrated, half-baked toddler-speak, "I can do it my ownself."
This is the same voice I hear when, fifty-some years later, I'm struggling with a task. You'll be pleased to know that I have mastered the art of sock-docking, and I can almost always get the corn into my mouth successfully.
Recently, I found myself atop a ladder at midnight, alone, save the dogs, in the lounge, wielding an ever-heavying brad nailer, attempting to finish the members-only area of the lounge.
Three years ago, I would have finished it myself and probably not have fallen, but there would have been at least a few close-calls. This time, though, Jay's voice, laced with that Texas twang I so adored, echoed through my brain, in the way it does when I'm being a stubborn ass. "Baby? What are you doing?"
I sighed dramatically, for his ghost's sake, since the dogs were sound asleep. I got down from the ladder, scooted the pooches into the car, and headed home. The next day, I asked a couple of 30-something whippersnappers to do the task for me, while I stayed on terra firma. Of course they said yes. Of course they did a great job. Of course I have not learned my lesson.
Not the actual ladder, but definitely kin to it. Perhaps a distant cousin; I see the resemblance.
The Village
The Coterie
The ones I love the most. The ones I get mad at the most. The ones who show up, call me on my bullshit, let me cry over the stupidest little thing. The ones Jay and I called our people. The ones who miss him almost as much as I do. The ones you’ll see most often. The ones I would be lost without. The ones I don’t deserve.
The Usual Suspects
I love this group. They show up when I put out the bat signal. They make me laugh. They make Penny’s Publick House what it is—a home away from home, a place to hide from the world, a place where friends spend their precious free time. They love me despite my madness, or maybe because of it, and I adore every single one of them. You will too.
The Assemblage
The Assemblage
Come visit. Please.
You’ll see that we aren’t just about amazing cocktails, craft beer, or premium cigars (although we certainly are killing it in those departments too!).
You’ll meet people you never knew you needed in your life. You’ll meet folks who are hilarious, who are talented, who are kind, who are willing to listen. Seriously
Come visit. Please.
You’ll see that we aren’t just about amazing cocktails, craft beer, or premium cigars (although we certainly are killing it in those departments too!).
You’ll meet people you never knew you needed in your life. You’ll meet folks who are hilarious, who are talented, who are kind, who are willing to listen. Seriously. Best friends are made here.
The most important element Jay and I focused on during the creation-phase was building a Penny’s Publick House community. I think we did a pretty good job. Come visit and experience Penny’s for yourself.