So, the nice, older gentleman (in his 60's) renting us this wonderful piece of real estate decided to come by and see if we'd actually managed to settle in in the past week.
I let him in, showed him what we'd done so far, almost offered him a beer, but then realized that it would be far better to offer him one of the porkchops K was cookin'.
We got to talkin' about all kinds of crap. What she and I want to do with our lives, what we're doing now (all the volunteer work for the non-profit we put in, plus our jobs, plus college), how he used to live in this place and his bedroom is now our office (hehe), how in the name of god we came into possession of such a beautiful pool table (it was FREE, some realtor in Baltimore was trying to sell a house, and the buyer didn't want the pool table - nor did anyone want to pay to move this huge ass pool table out... So I got a truck and sent some friends to pick it up.
And then our financial situation came up... I told him outright that we were just plain hurtin' for money... And he went ahead and HALVED our rent. Said he didn't really need the money and didn't want to put us back in our parent's basements, plus we spent so much time helping other people. $300/month. For ALL THIS! Since she and I split the rent 50/50... Wow. I'm speechless. I almost have money again.
And since my camera appears to have gone MIA in the move, here's a diagram roughly outlining the layout and size of this place. Stuff ain't quite to scale and all, but it's close.
We can actually fit 8 at the bar, since we have 5 more foldup stools. It's a tight squeeze for 4/side, though. And we have no idea why the hell we'd ever need that many seats, unless we were having a meeting.
Also, note that there is also a set of wall-mounted cabinets in the kitchen. I just forgot to put them in.
Word.
I let him in, showed him what we'd done so far, almost offered him a beer, but then realized that it would be far better to offer him one of the porkchops K was cookin'.
We got to talkin' about all kinds of crap. What she and I want to do with our lives, what we're doing now (all the volunteer work for the non-profit we put in, plus our jobs, plus college), how he used to live in this place and his bedroom is now our office (hehe), how in the name of god we came into possession of such a beautiful pool table (it was FREE, some realtor in Baltimore was trying to sell a house, and the buyer didn't want the pool table - nor did anyone want to pay to move this huge ass pool table out... So I got a truck and sent some friends to pick it up.
And then our financial situation came up... I told him outright that we were just plain hurtin' for money... And he went ahead and HALVED our rent. Said he didn't really need the money and didn't want to put us back in our parent's basements, plus we spent so much time helping other people. $300/month. For ALL THIS! Since she and I split the rent 50/50... Wow. I'm speechless. I almost have money again.
And since my camera appears to have gone MIA in the move, here's a diagram roughly outlining the layout and size of this place. Stuff ain't quite to scale and all, but it's close.
We can actually fit 8 at the bar, since we have 5 more foldup stools. It's a tight squeeze for 4/side, though. And we have no idea why the hell we'd ever need that many seats, unless we were having a meeting.
Also, note that there is also a set of wall-mounted cabinets in the kitchen. I just forgot to put them in.
Word.
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