As a well-seasoned bachelor, I like to fancy myself a little bit of James Bond and a little bit of George Clooney. I am an international man of refined tastes and many talents. People are often impressed that I can play more twenty-five instruments, including the didgeridoo. I have been to almost every country in the world and eaten almost every exotic dish there is. I can speak more languages than you can count and am well-versed in philosophy. My scholarly pursuits are of utmost significance to who I am as a person. I have been called “charming” or “smooth” on many occasions and am admittedly quite popular with the ladies. What’s my secret? My bar and stools.
You see, in my thrilling world of speed and leisure, the inspiration for everything can be found on the bottom of a glass of Scotch and a box of premium cigars. I can’t explain it but after a drink and a smoke, I feel I can do almost anything. It is this valuable space that is comprised of my bar and stools where I can entertain and be entertained. Where else would I be able to serenade my lady friend of the week with a soulful rendition of Frank Sinatra’s “Strangers In The Night”?
I’ll have you know that I built my bar and stools myself out of pure blood and sweat–but no tears because I do not cry. I painstakingly crafted all the details and polished my wooden bar and stools so that it could shine proudly. It took me a good week or so but when I was finished, I threw a great mixer. All of my friends said that they liked my new bar and stools. One person said that the fact that it isn’t overly ostentatious but still tastefully erudite makes it all the more attractive. I think that sums up my life quite nicely.
