I miss those late nights in college when my roommate and I would wander downstairs and spend hours honing our skills at 8-ball, 9-ball, etc., while luring everyone who passed by into a game (or two or three). Driving all the way to the local pool hall and paying by the hour just isn’t the same.

Each time I move into a new place, one of the first questions I ask is “Where can we fit a pool table?” Unfortunately, the answer always seems to be “Nowhere, unless you want to sleep on/under it.” But there’s always hope… we’re moving to a new house next month. :)