Woah! Woah! Woah! - Part One

Woah! Woah! Woah!
It looks like this thing’s off to a bad start.
In the interest of keeping it up to date, if not wildly exciting, I meant to post something about last Friday night. Never happened. Wasn’t feeling it. Guess I’m feelin’ something now, so here’s the Reader’s Digest version:
See, I stayed home to strip this pair of high end speakers that were hanging around and use the parts to rebuild my old, old bass amp. I was fairly successful until it came to wiring the thing together. It had been almost nine years (!?) since I originally pulled the thing apart and, of course, I’d forgotten what wire went where. Normally, I’d have given it the old college try and soldered away, but over the course of the evening I’d given it the old Gainesville try and somehow drunk an entire bottle of sake intended for both Sarah and I later that night. Oops. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to pack it at that point, probably saving a few trips down to the fuse box and possibly one to the emergency room.
I only got about two screwdrivers put away by the time Sarah got home from work. She walked in and was aghast at the mess of tools, wires, fiberglass and dirt all over the (five dollar thriftstore) coffee table. She was even more aghast when she turned around and saw on the television a gaggle of dongs, butts and boobs.
(To be continued…. And, NO, it wasn’t porn.)