Their grandson and his Life Partner (nttawwt) cared for the ladies as they aged, and were the trustees of the home. They asked me if there was anything I would want before the big estate sale this past weekend. I took a look through the house that was filled with their furniture, old showbiz memorabilia and knick-knacks. Everything seemed to represent a grand old time of friends, song and laughter.
Only one piece of furniture caught my eye: the bar. Not just any bar, but an avocado green, tuck n rolled naugahyde piece of history, goddammit. A bar that has had more booze spilled on it than I've consumed in my newbie life as an of-age drinker.
I asked if it was up for grabs and they were thrilled that I would be interested in taking it off their hands. So they GAVE it to me. Along with 4 matching barstools. Mind you, this comes with a heavy aire of responsibility. This is where the ladies held court; entertaining guests, pouring spirits and singing show tunes into the wee hours of the morning. This isn't "walk into Ikea and buy a bar for $99". This is somebody's life. I reassured them that it would be well taken care of and utilized. I don't really have a lot of room for it, but I had to make it fit. It was my duty. Family members stopped by and expressed wishes (and concern) that I treat it kindly. Four of us then unearthed it from its roots and hoisted it across the street and up the stairs to its new home.
Thrown into the already-sweet deal was a few framed photos of old friends at said bar. I absolutely had to have them, to keep the spirits alive and happy and familiar with their new surroundings.
The ladies' favorite cocktail was a Vodka tonic. So I will soon toast to them, with some Sinatra on the turntable, ice clinking in my glass and a smile on my face. Here's to you, ladies. The show must go on...
In its new home:
Post-ride drinks are on me. Cheers!
