The Ceiling Mistake

So, funny story: When we moved in to our house. The big eyesore in the main room you walk into was the crappy textured ceiling. I didn't care for it, and Erica downright hated it. One night, while sharing some beers with a friend at our Kitchen Island (see previous post), I was pointing out to the ceiling texture and realized that when I pushed on the ceiling, it gave way a little bit. This greatly interested me, so I finished my beer and decided to poke the ceiling with a screwdriver. I knew the house was plaster and not drywall, but this ceiling was not allowing the screwdriver to do anything. I went again stabbing into the ceiling, but this time with the force only a good IPA could produce! Eureka! The screwdriver went in! The ceiling was hollow! And not hollow in a "between the studs" sort of way. It was as if I had stabbed into a heating duct. I widened the hole a bit and stuck my phone up in it to take a picture. Holy shit! This was a dropped ceiling! I pulled down one of the tiles and learned a few things. The main thing is that these are metal tiles with spackle on top of them. No one I have talked to to this day has ever seen this or heard of this before.

With one tile down, the only thing to do is to rip down the rest of it! So I had the morning off the next day and chose to spend a few hours doing just that.

Thank God for scrappers, cause I was able to get rid of the metal tiles and bars the next day, and we were left with the original cove ceilings. Why would anyone cover this up?!? I just have some sanding and painting to do and it'll be done (I have put this task off for over six months. I hate ceilings)