Post #1765 by Tiki_Bong on Tue, May 28, 2002 9:21 AM

I've been collecting 'stuff' for a number of years in order to design/build/put together/make it happen/erect (?) my home tiki bar. 2 weeks ago I acquired the focal point itself - a vintage rattan tiki bar complete with 2 carved tiki masks on the front. Since then I've been a possessed man. Night and day I've been in my garage hammering away. I haven't showered or changed clothing in days; I haven't eaten solid food in a week (do you know one can actually survive on pineapple chunks and orgeat syrup?). My wife and kids - don't know and don't care. They cowar in their rooms as the man that was once their father rummages around for his car keys in order to go to Home Depot for something or other. I don't know what's come over me. It's like getting new pu@@y, er.. I mean a new girlfriend or something. I can't leave it alone. Not that I'm a recovering alcoholic (yet) or something, but every, and I mean every, time I pass by my tiki bar it calls out to me - Mai Tai, Mai Tai. I'm a mess. I want to quit my job just to hang out in my garage with my new best friend. If I have to break into neighbor's homes to support my habit - so be it. Don't let this happen to you fellow TC's. This is the Police - put the swizzle stick down and step back from the tiki bar!

[ Edited by: Tiki_Bong on 2002-05-28 17:58 ]