Great finds.

Yesterday, Katrina and I started to head out for fun in the seattle area when less than a block away from my house, I spotted a bar.

This bar, actually.

Oh the excitement I had finding this bad boy. I mean, look at it. It's... wet. and has rips in the bar, and the foot rest looks like shit... But hey, it was free! I knew this bad boy was going in my basement. I could finally have a place to mix properly, and feel like how I feel when I actually get to work behind the bar. 

There was even enough space in that thing to put a keg tap in. I knew I was going to have some fun with this. A little sanding, redo the bar wrap, maybe seal the foot rest? this job is right in my wheelhouse for building. 

Well... It doesn't fit. I have big holes in my ceiling now to prove that it doesn't fit. Oh, and it gets better. 

I thought to myself, that's alright, I can keep it in my garage. I'll get it looking great, and then I'll either sell it, or maybe one day, when I move out of my house, I'll put it in my new house. Perfect! Yea--no. 

See, my neighbor has been bothering me that he needed a place to store one of his 4 cars. I told him that if he bought my parents vw bug, he could store it in my garage, AND to sweeten the deal, he could even store one of his other cars at no charge. 

All he heard was "store your other car in my garage. No charge." Now I'm stuck with two cars that aren't mine in my garage, and no space to fix up my bar. 

This is what I get for being a good neighbor.