I just got off the phone with the (federal) Small Business Association people, who’ve let me know that my request for aid has been denied because “1.Your economic injury is less than the amount you received from the EIDL.” Since I haven’t gotten ANY money from the EIDL, I’m not sure how that could be. They tell me that what I WILL be getting $1000. I’m not sure how they arrived at that number but I don’t need to tell you that it’s a drop in the bucket. Whatever. I never expected the government to help me one bit, so I’m not surprised. I was also on the phone with one of Yelp’s “customer success” representatives. I was accused of being “passive aggressive” after being asked when I will be able to open. I responded that perhaps the rep would like to speak with Governor Cuomo about that date. It’s bad enough being OUT OF WORK, with my business CLOSED by the government, but being given a hard time by some Yelp employee really added insult to injury. Anyway, that was my morning. I’m totally pumped for my afternoon.
Moments after those less than successful phone calls, I received a lovely email from an old friend and Lucky regular. Reading it made me burst into tears. I can’t tell you just how gratifying it is to hear how much people appreciate my little bar. It turned out EXACTLY the way I’d envisioned and the fact that other people “get it” is the most rewarding thing I have ever experienced in my long and crazy life! His note:
“Growing up in NJ, my trips into Manhattan were for clubs, concerts and sporting events, so I never really had a neighborhood bar that I frequented in the city. I would go to a couple in Hells Kitchen BITD and the Blarney Stone around the corner from MSG before any event. I have literally gone to that bar before every game or concert at the Garden since I was 17 years old. They replaced the old Irish bartenders with young attractive females over the years, but who am I to stand in the way of progress? They still pour a nice drink. Being busy with work and school, as well as getting married and having the kids so young, cut down on bar life and when it was time to re-emerge in the late 80’s, it was for NYC club life. I guess the Mission Bar between A & B on 5th was the closest to a real bar as opposed to a nightclub. So, after the club years were past their heyday, we wound up frequenting the Beauty Bar and Double Down more than any other of the bars “downtown.” They were always fun, but could get to be a bit much at times. When you opened Lucky, that all changed. For me, you had the perfect spot: a small old school bar with no video screens. It was exciting watching it be born, nourished and grow into what it has become. I have met many wonderful, fun people at Lucky and run into many old acquaintances as well. And I love your bar staff. Pinky, Cara, Tracie, Zofia, Donovan, Zero, et al, have all treated Blair and me so well. It was always great to get out of midtown and head down to Lucky after a day in a place/neighborhood I didn’t want to be. It made the day and my mood so much better. 30 of my 63 Instagram posts are pics taken at Lucky. I miss it and I miss you. There’s still a retirement party to be had, as well as many more memorable times. Can’t wait to get back onto Avenue B. I don’t drink at home much. It took me two months to drink a 750ml bottle of vodka. One drink a week on Friday evening. I am now down to 25 unopened bottles of vodka. At the same rate I guess it’s about enough for four years. Hopefully, it will only be down to 24 the next time I can sit at your bar. I’m looking forward to that wonderful feeling, as well as seeing you.”
Thank you, Ivan! I miss you too!
Cheers to the day we can all toast together again!