“Tonight, we will have over 100 customers in this tiny bar. Let’s enjoy this party with them.”
Beginning of that night, I said those words in front of all our staffs. I toast with them and the craziest night of Ghetto had begun. 3rd of June 2017, We could have the 4th-anniversary party of Ghetto. I announced it by event page of Facebook, prepared Che-ki (Instant camera) & films and enough alcohol for customers who will take the trouble to come here. The number of bottle of tequila which we prepared were 8 bottles because our special gifts of that day were one shot of tequila for only ¥100 ($1)!!
However, I didn’t have confidence that anybody would really come to celebrate and that the party would be in full swing. 6 months after we opened that bar I went abroad. That bar will have its 4th anniversary but I haven’t been there (even in Japan) for over 2 years. Also, as soon as I came back to Japan, our manager disappeared because of my fault. Yes, I have been a shit owner and I felt a lot of anger while I was writing those stories in those past 4 years.
I think that I did my best those 6 months since I ended up alone. Running the bar, 7days per week, until I found the new staff, trying to catch new customers while skateboarding, connecting them and our customers, drinking tons of alcohol and having fun every night with them and finding very cool staffs. However, behind all the things I did, I’m always thinking “Who could come to the bar which has the worst owner” and also, I am always feeling sorry about what I have done to my partner and to all the customers who liked his night.
I could not help myself staying at the bar even though we were having the 4th-anniversary party. I left all to staffs and I went to catch new customers using my skateboard. I ran around Shimokitazawa and announced “We are having an anniversary party tonight” to people who were walking and looking for some places to drink. Then after I announced it all around Shimokitazawa, after gave out our shop card and took new customers to Ghetto, I started to drink with every customer who came to celebrate with us.
It was a very crazy night. We finished 8 bottles of tequila around midnight, a lot of customers drank, danced and got crazy in this very tiny bar. We toasted with them again and again until late morning. I was happy that we could have the 4th-anniversary party and I could drink with all those good customers. I thought I’m sure that we could keep running this bar because we can have such awesome customers and awesome staff.
“We had 120 customers tonight.” When the party settled down, our ex-staff who was Monday’s bartender and quite Ghetto to make me come back to Tokyo and who helped us at that party said it to me.
“But the thing which surprised me more was that you brought over 20 new customers tonight. If you didn’t try catching customers, we couldn’t have had the night which you said at the beginning of the night. You really carry out your word. Good Job.” When I heard her words, tears started rolling down my face naturally and I couldn’t stop it. Those 6 months since I was alone, as I wrote above, came up to mind my mind and suddenly the weight of that was removed. I cried out loud in front of the customers and they hugged me.
This is the story of the 4th anniversary of bar Ghetto and that is why I cried at that time. Then, after 1 and a half months I left Tokyo to go abroad again.
to be continued…