The Search for a Dining Room Table

So I’ve got this completely empty room that is begging for a dining table.  It sits there right now with a fan and a bookcase in it.  In my growing quest for maturity, I have decided that a dining table would be a good call, so I will fore-go my current dreams of a Foosball room.  Foosball room narrowly beat out rompus room, which would be full of toys, pillows, and an inflatable floor.  Nay, instead, I will create a room that would be suitable for (up to) four individuals to dine like kings.  Uh-oh here we go:

• We’ll dine like kings, not English Kings or anything.  Kings as in gypsy kings, with rags and acoustic guitars and poofy pants.
• We’ll eat like sultans, but not like the sultan of swat with the baseball uniform and what-not, more like Sultans of Swing, with the singing and concerts and drugs.
• We’ll eat like lords, but not like the lord of the dance with all the high stepping, more like the lord of the flies, what with the kids and the fire and the cannibalism.

After gathering input from friends and co-workers, I composed a list of local and not-so-local furniture purveyors to visit.  I had about 4 places on Santa Monica Blvd, 4 more in BH right off Santa Monica Blvd, three blocks worth of places on three different streets known for their furniture shops, an outrageous contemporary place a mile away, and the Ikea in Burbank.  One day, one task, one dining room table (although truthfully I have been keeping an eye out for a table for a bout a month now).  On paper, this plan was flawless.  But that’s what they said about communism, and we all know how Canada ended up.

I approached this task like I approach any problem.  Slide rules, charts, and bar graphs.  After carefully planning my route I was ready to embark out into the streets of L.A.  And boy do I mean streets.  I travelled about 80 miles when all was said and done.  Holy cow, Los Angeles is huge.  I mean huge.  The hugest.  It’s so huge I’m going to make up a new word describing how huge it is.  Mammonculus.  Los Angeles is mammonculus.  The good news is that despite it’s mammoncular status, I managed to find a me a brand new dining table.  You will have to tune in tomorrow, I will continue to string you along during my trials and tribulations of this character testing quest.

See how this works, I inform you of what’s going on in my life while attempting to be humurous?  Don’t thank me, I didn’t invent this futuristic form of writing/website.  I got all my crib notes from this guy.  Who, when he visits me in LA at an undetermined time in the future, will most likely be the only living person who might be willing to take shots of Real Life Dead Cobra Tequila (this name will hold until I find out the real name).

And in complete randomness, I made this wallpaper from a NASA photo.  Pretty ASTRONOMICAL wouldn’t you say?  I photoshopped the con-trail to the left of the shuttle, for some reason it stopped right behind it in the original.  And now that I look at it I remember removing the open bay doors to the right and left of the body as well.  While I’m at it, this is absolutely amazing.