La pared falsa y las cucarachas muertas
Written by Dan + Taken by Nicole
This is me holding a big chunk of wood. Dad and I removed it so we could build a false wall along the Eastern side of the Cinebar. It took all of my strength to lift it for the camera. Seriously... that thing weighed at LEAST 30 pounds!
Here I am practicing my foreman skills while dad builds the wall frame. I'm also making sure the stack of 2x4's doesn't fall over.
Here's my dad hammering the studs into place, but from this angle... I won't even say what it looks like!
Dan the foreman says: Hit the nails harder, Dad! I swear, we're never going to get open at this pace!
My dad designed some "work" shirts for us to wear while we "worked" on the theater. He's the only person I know who works harder than I do.
That's a compliment, dad.
After dad walked away, I sprang into action and lifted the 60+ pound wall all by myself. I always knew working with an Amish barn raising crew would come in handy one day.
Push Dan! PUSH!
Here we are fighting over who gets to push the wall into place. As usual, Dad won.
After the wall was in place, Dad and I went down the line and shook hands with each and every stud.
Truth be told, I couldn't think of a good caption for this picture.
No, those aren't raisins. They're dead cockroaches. One of the tenants who lives next door to the Moxie happens to be an exterminator, so when he stopped by to introduce himself, I asked him what we should do about our unwanted guests. He quickly produced a can of ultra-strength roach killer and two raid bombs. The following pictures are the aftermath of said bombs. Dead. Roaches. Everywhere!
Believe it or not, there's still a few rebel roaches scurrying about the theater. Thankfully, Tommy (our friendly neighbor exterminator) promised to come back and fumigate the entire first floor in exchange for some free movie passes. I don't know... I've kinda grown attached to the little buggers. Sometimes, when no one's around, I let them crawl around under my shirt.
