On the way to Vermont I noticed a rundown church (photo 1 photo 2) on the side of the road with a "For Sale" sign on it. At first I told Brett that we should buy it and move into it as a summer home (it was just outside of Troy, NY so it was a little far from work for us both to commute). I figured it would be cool to live in an old church, I mean what other place could someone move into that has that much stained glass.

After Brett convinced me that it in fact would NOT be cool to live in an old church I came up with a much better use for the building, I figure we should buy it and turn it into a bar that we would call "Church", that way if you get pulled over on the way home when the officer asks where you are coming from you can just answer "I was at Church."