A good amount of traffic to this site, at least nowadays, comes from people searching for “mancaves.” It’s kind of a tired term, sure. But I had a bit of a revelation a couple weeks ago, when we had family and friends over for a cookout: our basement is really dry, it has a high ceiling, so why stress over my original mancave plan, which was converting the garage? The electric is already wired, it’s warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Perfect for a mancave. Or Dancave, as is the case with me.
I have been working on the basement for years, pulling out nails, ripping down an ancient drop ceiling. Contractor bag after contractor bag filled.
With the attic set for an office/guest room, the basement is now clear to become a proper bar hangout space.
The bar, such as it is, is made from an old door from the house, mounted with metal shelving brackets onto an old dresser, which is 40 inches high–the perfect bar height. I am either going to build more wood around it or drape fabric around it. Or maybe a hula skirt stuff.
For the bar’s surface, I covered one of our old door with plexiglass, but not before putting in some memorabilia under the surface. There’s a picture of my grandpop in his soccer uniform, a sacrilegious Christmas card from Jonah Winter, a photo of Maisie and I at the Poetry Project taken by Todd Colby, and an awesome, awesome photo of Maisie at her guitar camp.
Toward the middle of the bar: a photo by Blaise Allysen Kearsley of karaoke lyrics of “Love Removal Machine.” Which I know you wish you all had.
It’s a dark-ass photo, but her is the deerhead from my uncle, which I think put me over the top decision-wise to make a bar. If you have a deerhead, you have to build a bar around it. Right?
Still to do or get, and if you have any of these, call me and I’ll gladly take them off your hands:
- Bar stools
- Liquor shelf
- MAME machine