09/06/2026
SLOW POUR SUNDAY
One table.
Three couples.
Three completely different one-act plays.
Friday evening, without meaning to, one little table in the middle of the Vibe became its own stage.
The first couple settled in.
They talked.
They listened.
They savored.
And eventually, they became comfortably quiet together.
Then they left.
The table was cleared.
The stage reset.
Another couple found those same seats.
A couple of beers. Dolly Parton on the screen. A little conversation while dishes were being washed and the evening moved quietly around them.
Then they left, too.
The table was cleared once more.
And before the evening was over, a third couple took their place.
A little Prosecco. A couple of beers. Conversation.
Same table.
Different people.
Another little story unfolding.
None of them knew who had occupied those chairs before them.
And none of them knew who would sit there next.
Maybe that’s one of the quiet privileges of hospitality.
We get to watch a room hold people.
Not always for birthdays or celebrations.
Not always because something needs an occasion attached to it.
Sometimes people simply walk through the door, choose a chair, order something they enjoy, and stay awhile.
Then they leave.
The stage resets.
And someone else wanders in.
Friday evening, one little table reminded me that some places are filled with furniture.
Others are filled with stories.
And sometimes, if you’re paying attention, you get to watch one become the other.
CIN CIN. 🍷
