The Throne

In the mid-to-late 1970s Doug and I were forced labor for dad's basement renovation/remodeling efforts. When we started, it was a cold, musty, dark concrete dungeon. When we finished the place was Red Bud's version of Studio 54 (only better).

And it's still intact, albeit a bit messy and broken down. Orange carpet... fire! The walls come alive with a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders poster, pool sticks, street signs, a coconut head, guns and dead animals. It has pool, foosball and ping pong. It has a bar with a stocked fridge. But most critically, as you can see from this picture, we didn't want your party to stop when you got to the bathroom. Enter "The Throne". I know what you're thinking, "why didn't they carpet the toilet and sink too". We didn't have enough carpet.

The Throne. Check it out.
It requires you stand for puking.
You have to piss? Take a knee.
Void your bowels? What a view!