For you all! And because it seems really to tick off a needy, creepy, clingy, self-styled white fish who, like so many before it, can’t seem to quit me.
It took us about 7 months but we finally got the floors laid in the basement, having ripped out the carpet that came with the “finished” build. The floors now match (in appearance, not in material) the main floor hardwood. To celebrate the completion of the floors — and also the wrapping of the bar in steel corrugation — I fulfilled a lifelong dream to add a pool table to my home, in this case, an Olhausen Breckenridge table, bar-sized, which matches the reclaimed look of much of our furniture and features exposed finger joints, rough-hewn saw marks, and antiqued buffalo nickel sights:
Next up, I’m trying now to earn the money for a Golden Tee home edition game console, which for me reminds me of simpler times, hanging out with my buddies at a local pub during grad school. Both pool and Golden Tee help me to clear my mind by forcing me to concentrate on a largely physical task.
They aren’t cheap but they’re cheaper than therapy, even taken together. And when you add a bit of booze, they’re far more effective, too!
In fact, I’m going to put on a fundraiser to help me raise money specifically FOR the Golden Tee game console. I need more stress relief in my life, responsible as I am on a daily basis for a pair of chew-happy puppies and a couple of kids, one of who is the type of toddler who is drawn forever and only to the most dangerous object or situation in any room, ever.
Brown felt?
I’m just speechless.
Nice digs.
That’s a rug under the pool table, right? Not badly edged marquetry?
Awesome.
I don’t see the bunkhouse for the loyal PW crew.
Thank Gawd you don’t live in Clownifornia. If you did, your money would buy a two bedroom twenty year old condo. Well done, sir.
Most days I dream of Jeff coming back. Then there’s days when he lets me in to his personal life just a little bit, through posts like these. On those days, I masturbate like a randy monkey. In fact, I’m doing so right now.
Aw, someone’s lonely and wants attention…
(…and no, it’s not Jeff.)
Very nice … congrats, Jeff.
Those walls! Please tell me you have a blacklight over that table.
And if you have a dead body to hide, you can do it at my house. Kid #3 spilled a full glass of milk on the rug in the basement and didn’t even try to clean it up, so now my house smells like a cross between one of those hoarder’s houses on TV and Ed Gein’s bathroom.
More so than usual too.
That is one First-Class pool table /envy
In other words, LMC, it smells like my seventeen month old Great Nephew.
I picked the paint color and painted while my wife was out of town.
It was the only way to be sure.
The top picture is very nice, displaying the diverse rainbow of the whole community of humanity.
BUT THEN, in the next two pictures we see your true inner self. A celebration of apartheid! You better check your white privledge boy.
And God only knows what that stick is about.The horror.
“This has the stench of The Patriarchy all over it. It’s a musky, manly smell,
like Old Spice mixed with 18 year old Glenlivet.”