Jim at Parkway Rest Stop picks up on Eric - of Straight White Guy fame - talking about "some assembly required. Oh yeah - you know that's gotta spin off a Tammi story or 20.
Picture it - 2 girls, not either one the least bit mechanically inclined, decided to put together a bookcase. Should be a fairly easy project. There are directions. Plus the damn thing only has 2 sides, a top, a bottom and 5 shelves. How hard could it be?
Ha.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
So - we start out. Of course this was after several beers. SEVERAL beers. We get everything out of the package. Hmmm - not too many parts. Piece. Of. Cake.
We lay out the sides and attach the bottom piece. Then the top. OK. Time to stand this sucker up. Did I mention we'd had several beers? I do mean several, several.
Anyway - we go to stand this bad boy up. Huh. It won't budge. Again. Nothing.
Finally we realized we caught the flippin' shag in the carpet in between the boards. Well - shit. So we take it back apart and, while laughing our asses off, reassemble.
Did I mention we'd had several beers? Folks - we were drunk off our asses. Seriously. This project, which a normal person could do in about 10 mins, took us 45 mins. to complete. Undoing it took longer - due to our laughter.
Finally, finally we got it done. Stood it up and Voila!!! Some sort of wooden structure stood before us. We put the pegs in and slip the shelves into "place" and placed it in it's new spot against the wall.
The next day I stopped over to say good-bye before I left town. I only wish I had taken a picture of how badly those damned shelves slanted.
Yeah - never let a couple of drunk chicks assembly ANYTHING!!!
Posted by Tammi at February 12, 2006 10:02 AMI could be sober as the Pope, and I'd still figure out a way to screw it up!
Posted by: Jim - PRS at February 12, 2006 11:04 AM... the citadel that was Helga has fallen.... we lost many soldiers, but we have prevailed... frankly, it was pretty damn brutal... I feel your pain, Tammi...
Posted by: Eric at February 12, 2006 04:06 PMAhem, there will be a story one day of my sister and I washing the race car after three GALLONS of margaritas.
Posted by: Raging Mom at February 13, 2006 06:57 AM