Finance and I embarked on a total home rennovation 2 years ago on his 1920's millhouse. It was the epitome of the word BACHELOR PAD. Porch strung with xmas lights in the middle of July - outfitted with the finest of musical Poster Art, littered with climbing gear, sprinkled with a candle here and there, the worlds largest Television and VCR(of course), walls cracking, bed sheets hung over the windows as drapes, tiki torch and a empty keg barrel rollin around in the back yard, a partially rennovated kitchen with enough pizza boxes to fill a dumpster in a corner, and TOP OF THE LINE PROFESSIONAL Viking Kitchen appliances. It was clear where this man's priorities were. We stripped it down to its bones, plaster/lath, a few dead rats, and a bottle of alcohol from god knows when stuck inside the walls. We did all the demo ourselves, and before pulling permits from the city to do so which meant that we were working with windows covered, practically in the dark for days. One night we went to The Varsity (AKA: GUTBOMB ASSATTACK GUARANTEED TO DESTROY YOUR CRAPPER FOOD -BUT DAMN THE ONION RINGS ARE GOOD) to grab a bite to eat, looking like this:
Coal Miners...anyone?? When asked where we had come from, we replied 'yeeeeeeah, um, well, we've been doing a little housework these days...'. SHA!
Here is a kitchen before and after:
TLC, EAT YOUR HEART OUT!
