It’s gone! The bar, I mean. The little bar I’ve had in my house since the Drink Train left the station, tooot tooooooot!! It was perched in the very small spot to the left of the exposed fridge and I ordered it SPECIFICALLY to fit that spot. I was actually not really looking for a bar, just a storage unit to fit that area (3 feet by 15 inches) and this guy came in at about $100 and arrived via Overstock.com. It turned out to be very convenient in a rather sinister way.
Here it is awaiting re-homing in the garage.
It has been replaced by this little number from an exclusive and upscale furnishing establishment (aka IKEA) which happens to be the exact size and shape of the area I need to fill.
Yes, I still have my bar ware. Let me tell you about this: last time I quit drinking I shit-canned every single vessel I owned that might someday hold an alcoholic beverage. I considered doing this again, however, a) most of my stuff is really nice (antique, etc) and 2) I’m getting ready to start NA cocktail season. That’s right, I am taking on the challenge of creating delicious non-hammering bevs. I figure that the fruity-tooty cocktails have no detectable taste of alcohol ANYWAY, so I doubt anyone will notice.
Something interesting happened while I was preparing the area for the new hutch. There was a huge “wine spot” on the floor, right in the spot where I used to dispense my box. I swear it was like cleaning up a crime scene, I nearly went for the Luminol. You couldn’t really see it on the dark wood floors but it was there, visceral and real. It kind of freaked me out. But, unlike on the Forensic Files, this mess cleaned up easily with a Clorox wipe:)
That means something else– I’m almost ready to start entertaining again. People. In my house. Humans, probably. I’m doing it. It’s happening.
In other news, Quit3.0 is, so far, a smashing success. Have not smoked for 15 days. Thinking about it? Oh yes. Doing it? Not right now.
So I’ll leave you with my Blood Moon pic, that I somehow managed to get among 15 blurry ones.