(Way to wait until the absolute last possible minute, dude...)
In order to facilitate the existence of wifi on our existing network next door, our electrician drilled a hole from the DNA office to the pizza place's office. Unfortunately, the architect's measurements were... a little bit off. (The pizza building is 2' shorter than the DNA building! Surprise!) So, when the hole came through the wall, it ended up in the DNA's front office instead of the back office. So a detour had to be made. Here's what we ended up with:
And yes, he did drill right through that driver's license! That's the girl's face hanging from the conduit like a necklace. Our electrician is awesome.
Some day there will be a really bitchin' sign here:
The front room upstairs is actually pretty nice! It has often been office space. The back room... we won't discuss that right now. But it's like one of Dexter's kill rooms without the tidy charm or good lighting.
We have another awesome sliding fire-door! It's even the same manufacturer as the door downstairs. But this one is more awesome because the counter-weight is still attached, so it opens and closes easily!
As you can see, it's walled over, but you can still see the other side of it if you look closely. Go into the upstairs lounge at DNA, stand about five feet from the bathroom door, and look to the right. You can see the outline of the doorway on the wall.
You can also detect a... complication. You'll note that the bottom of the doorway is about a foot above DNA's floor. That's because the upstairs floors of the pizza building don't even remotely line up with DNA's. At the back of the building, the pizza place is about a foot higher, and at the front it seems to be more like 3' or 4'.
I do not like this complication. Not one bit.
Here's something I never expect that I would own:
Here's something else I never expect that I would own. This is a no joke mixer. This mixer has no sense of humor whatsoever. It is Serious Business.
And this is a cheese grater. It also has no time for your shenanigans. It may surprise you to learn that a pizza restaurant grates a lot of cheese.
Plumbers truly are masters of the avant-garde. What the fuck. I mean seriously, what the fuck. This is some Dr. Seuss engineering right here.
Here's the real reason we bought the pizza place: so we can park our ATM there and get fat off of those delicious, delicious service fees. (Ha ha, only serious.)
While installing it, Alexis had to fend off a couple of aggro crackheads with his screwdriver. I'm not making this up.
And then the most amazing thing happened. While opening the garage door, it fell suddenly closed and began making the most fascinating noise. Jay ventured up into the ceiling crawlspace to investigate, and found the cause: this big fucking spring broke. This spring, apparently, makes the door go up and down. And please don't think I'm exaggerating here, because when I say "big fucking spring" I mean it's like twelve feet long and six inches across:
I think it's probably as old as the building itself. I also think it's probably expensive. This happened like two hours after we got the keys. This restaurant is broken. Maybe I should send it back.
At least this place is pre-loved. Well broken in. A real fixer-upper. Lots of room for improvement.
Many photos of our last regular New Wave City are also up now. We will see them again, though: I think the next NWC at DNA will probably be in July. But this does mean you can get your Bootie on four times a month!