It was a brilliant idea, really. Skip the frigid weather by bringing the bar to his home. Rick was set. He had everything he needed: multiple kegs, frosted mugs, and even an array of flat screen TVs. Then he tried to sit down, and fell flat on the floor. He forgot the stools.
You have a bar in your house? That's...cool. No, really. We envy you. We wish we could devote an entire room to debauchery.
