Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tear Down This Wall!

See that? That's the bar side of Way Station looking out towards the street, but you can't see the street because i cleverly taped newspaper to the window to keep the prying eyes out. (Creepy prying eyes). Now, see that there wall on the right? Yeah, Bill and TL tore it down for me. I felt like Regan talking to Gorbachev. Except behind this wall was just another wall. But a much better looking one.

The Death Trap

This thing of beauty is the hatch down to the basement that tried to claim Bill's life not once but twice. I'm considering just putting a tarp over it so I can catch me some drunks to sell off as crew to some Somali pirates.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The Horror of what I Smelled

Bill and I were cleaning out the basement when we discovered, among other things, a box full of Sporks and several garbage cans full of sand. Sand? Since the sand was too heavy to move we decided to shovel it out into smaller buckets. I happened to find a box of smaller buckets that once upon a time contained Jerk Sauce. I made the tactical error of actually opening one. What was released was a horrendous thing, unimaginable to the senses. If the bombing of Hiroshima could be combined with the holocaust and turned into a smell, thats what it smelled like. I reeled and gagged uncontrollably for about 5 minutes from the hellish odor. That was not a good day.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I got the lease for my Bar, and its kinda like the Millenium Falcon

Its been 3 months since I first saw the space on Washington Avenue in Prospect Heights where I decided to open my bar and it took that long to negotiate the lease, mostly because the landlord's lawyer can't copyedit his versions of the lease, and liked to take 5 days to get back to any response my lawyer had. Anywho, the lease is finally signed and I'm in the space, getting ready for the buildout.

When I first drew open the front gate on Friday, it made a horrible creaking noise. The space is kinda crumbling, falling apart, is full of junk and will take a lot of work. In my head, I heard the voice of Han Solo talking to Luke Skywalker when he first laid eyes on the Millenium Falcon: "She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid." I think once Bill and I have the space up and running we can use this bar to defeat the empire or at lease serve beer.

Stay tuned for more Adventures in Opening a Bar!