As I was saying earlier…I want a bar; a place where I can sit down (in an elevated manner) and relax (one butt cheek at a time on a narrow cushion). There’s your set up…and here comes the conflict; Dolores doesn’t want one. Sounds like we’re in need of a good old fashion tie-breaking vote…that’s where you come in.
Let us first look at the facts. Fact, we like to eat. Fact, we like to watch television. Fact, we like doing the previous two items simultaneously. Myth, we like staining our sofas by eating and spilling all over them. Myth, this bar will be obtrusive. Fact, it totally will not. Myth, how do you know? Fact, because it can fold down dumb head. Myth, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight. Fact, whatever.
Next, I would like to point out that the word “bar” has a negative connotation with Dolores…and that this ‘tabar’, as we’re now calling it, isn’t really a bar at all…it’s more like a table. I think it was first given that name (bar) because of the opening in the wall directly in front of it (which we can stylishly close up).
::or not tabar::
So, what advantages does this ‘tabar’ have over an ordinary table? How about height for starters; at 42 inches we would have a clear path of visibility over even the most frizzy-haired of our couch-sitting friends. Second, ‘fold-ability’ (checks in the mail Budweiser “drink-ability” ad gurus)…in a pinch, this thing can be out of the way in no time flat.
In closing, I’d like to pose this question; in a room where each wall and every corner has been thoughtfully planned out and decorated, what could be sadder than a completely empty and totally ignored little corner? The answer is simple my friends. A corner where you could have had (wait for it) a ‘tabar’.