The Ghost of Larry Hagman

Since the new roof has been successful in keeping out the riff raff, we are thinking of taking on a new renovation project downstairs.

Part of the project would include the downstairs bathroom and this:

What is that, you ask?

Ummmm…. That’s our awesome 1970s wet bar.

I didn’t know you had a wet bar??

That’s because its been conveniently built INTO a closet - like it’s ashamed. 

Well, it should be - its hideous. 

When discussing the possibility of bringing this bar “out of the closet” and giving it a proper makeover, I became so excited that I promised to display our autographed picture of Larry Hagman proudly in the new bar if this project actually became a reality.

Wait – you have an autographed picture of Larry Hagman? 

Why on Earth….

Let me stop you there.

We all have a guilty TV pleasure.  Some of us like to watch American Idol, the Real Housewives of Wherever, or maybe some of us are still closet Day’s of Our Lives fans.  I had quite a run with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, myself, but prefer not to discuss the year I spent with Felicity DVDs and fudgesicles. 

But my husband is different.  He is a Dallas SUPER FAN.

And no, I’m not talking about the city in Texas.

Or a sports team.

I am talking about the TV miniseries that ran from 1978-1991 about the brooding, bickering and impossibly wealthy Ewings. 

He has seen every episode.  More than once.  

He knows who shot JR.

There was a time in his life where a legitimate career goal was to have an office large enough to hold a minibar and fancy decanter.

A few years ago, a good friend of mine moved to California and became an acquaintance of Larry Hagman.  That is when we received this amazing gift:

THE autographed picture of Larry Hagman that I promised to prominently display - It is awesome, certainly a conversation piece.

I think Larry Hagman was listening to my promise.  I think he wants to come off the bookshelf and be properly placed in a jazzy minibar.  And this is why….

Tonight I received a phone call from Dallas – from my husband.  He had flown in for a business trip only to discover his hotel was overbooked, so they reserved him a spot at another hotel nearby.

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

The Southfork Hotel. 

When he checked in, there was a flat screen behind the front desk that continuously plays reruns of Dallas. 

Coincidence….OR, the ghost of Larry Hagman?

Hard to say, but if we remodel the minibar, we are most certainly having a Dallas party just in case it IS the ghost of Larry Hagman, because if there is one thing I learned during the 1980s, it was don’t cross JR Ewing….Oh, and nobody puts Baby in a corner.  Definitely don’t do that either.  Or feed Gremlins after dark.  Or is it get them wet?  Shoot.  I can never get that one right.  I’ll just keep my gremlin dry and unfed – just like my plants.