Imagine a small cramped space with no floor visible filled with card tables, folding chairs, and laptops. Most weeks there's piles of soda and one of the mini rotisserie chickens I picked up. It's always a million degrees, even if it's raining in the (any season here, we don't believe in seasons.) and the windows are open. Gives me an excuse to wear stockings and skirts. That's a good idea for a TV, though I'm not sure I'd want to see mine scratched to hell though.
I'll have to take a picture just so everyone can see how small of a space 8 people will fit in.