You see that picture? That's eighteen seats no longer bolted to the floor. Should you decide, "Hey, that girl in Texas bought a bus, I think I'll do it too!" My husband has a piece of advice...get help. It's a two-person job. HA!
But! The seats are gone and now comes the fun part. Cleaning it up. You can't see it, but the floors are wood under all that rubber and some of it needs to be replaced. Those overhead shelves have to go too otherwise the games won't fit.
We've decided we're going to paint the doors blue and make it look like a Tardis. (My oldest loves Dr. Who and these doors kinda have that bigger on the inside look. LOL!)
As for the windows, well, we're not exactly sure yet. We're still working that out. We're going to put a runner of blacklights down the ceiling and do some neat graffiti in there. I keep telling my husband we need to get some skating rink carpet, but he keeps yammering on about drinks and spillage. Of all the time to be practical, he picks now?
I'm totally kidding, but at the same time, that skating rink smell sure brings back a lot of memories. I Hokey-Pokey'd with the best of them. Granted sometimes my Pokey busted itself on the rink floor, but I was younger and less fragile.
Okay, I'm gonna git now. It's Memorial Day weekend, and we have a brisket a friend will be cooking for us. What are you doing? Let me know and I'll randomly pick a name for a signed copy of one of my paperbacks. I have a few and I have done a giveaway in a while. Now's a good time as any, right? HA!
Now, I'm done.
You all have a great weekend! I'll see ya next week!
I bought a bus!
You’re probably thinking did I read that subject right?
Yes. Yes, you did.
The next question is, why on earth do you need a bus?
We going to start an arcade rental for birthday parties and such.
Then your thinking, really? With what sort of games?
Centipede, Space Invaders, Tron...all of the old stand-ups.
Yep, even awesome-r is all these games will be out of my garage. And my storage building. And my bedroom. And my living room... You see a pattern here, right?
All out of my house. No more bundles of cat hair floating around in nooks and crannies I can't reach. Wide open, unfilled spaces so it feels like a house that doesn't start with ware.
So, yeah, a bus. The getting of the bus is why this is hitting your inbox so late. I’m a gold star winner for forgetfulness lately. Ha!
Okay. I'm on a computer that isn't mind because I was typing this on my phone and considering pitching it out the window at 50mph. Now, I'm on an unfamiliar keyboard and feeling the same frustration. With that said, I will bid you farewell.