So, it’s been a busy week and weekend and now I’ll tell you about it. Much of this past week I was working on my Project. My Project is to install a Mac Mini in my car to use as the audio system. I ordered all the stuff I needed last week and it started to roll in. Friday night I spent the whole night soldering and cutting and hoping I didn’t destroy anything. When I was all done I was able to power my new Mac Mini off my new custom power supply and have it sleep and wake up with the car’s ignition. Sweet!
The next step was to build a car speaker box type enclosure for the Mac, the power supply and the USB dongle I am using for audio. So Saturday morning I used the incredible powers of The Intertron to learn how to do that. Basically you buy some MDF and make a box.
So I bought some MDF and a circular saw and some drill bits and screws and plexiglass and a plexiglass cutter and all kinds of other shit.
Saturday afternoon was taken up by helping Adam move into JoLynn’s house. JoLynn, Adam and JoLynn’s Dad have been remodeling the place for the last month or two and it’s finally done and looks great. We pretty quickly moved all Adam’s stuff in. It was pretty much the easiest move you can imagine. I believe it was due to the power of Pancho’s.
So Saturday night I got down to the saw and drilling and screwing and rending and screeching involved in trying to pretend I am a carpenter. The box didn’t turn out too bad really. The edges aren’t very straight because, as I learned, it’s not possible to make straight cuts with a circular saw. You (I) need a table saw. But it wasn’t bad. When I finished I had a very strong rectangular box. I mounted all the components in it before I passed out for the night and everything fit nicely.
Sunday I woke up with the plan to cut a giant hole in the top of the box, cut an inset and make a nice plexiglass window for it. This required another trip to the tool store where I got files, a router, a jigsaw, a hole cutter kit, router bits and probably something else I’m forgetting. I cut the big hole and it turned out nice. Then I tried to use the router to make a nice inset. I did that, got greedy, screwed it up and had to completely restart the top. So that’s what I’ll work on tonight because yesterday I had plans for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
I got most of the wood dust out of my ears and made my way up to the northland to pick up Tricia for a little boozin’.After Ryan showed me the largest spider in the world, which he had captured the night before, we made haste over to The Weston Irish Pub in historic Weston, MO and settled in to some serious emptying of glasses. The Weston Irish Pub is built in the basements of the Weston Brewery which has been MIA for a long, long time. The Pub is great. When you walk in the front door there’s two bathrooms and a staircase down. You head down into the place and it’s like you are in a cave. Dark, smelly (but good smelly) and rocky.
There was a local Irish musician named Bob Reeder playing guitar, singing, telling jokes and getting sloshed. As the night (afternoon?) progressed the jokes got dirtier, the singer got more drunk and the crowd got more rowdy. It was awesome. Eventually everyone was singing along, or in my case mumbling cause I couldn’t remember the words, and having a great time. After we had a few drinks we figured it would be a great idea to join the mug club where you get a litre mug, a t-shirt and very intoxicated. We got all three of those things, and picked up a few new friends who needed a place to sit. Keith and Lisa (I think?) got caught up to us pretty quick with beers, ciders and glasses of Irish whiskey and decided that the mug club was for them too!
Oh, and Bob played some bagpipes. That kicked ass.
We eventually stumbled out of there when Tricia started looking a little green around the edges and made our way to Parkville. Needed some food in a bad way and Town Topic was too far. We were hoping for some pizza, or something from the brewery or SOMETHING but everything was closed. The whole town was dark. Weak. Ended up at Sonic. This morning I spent a few minutes digging bits of breakfast burrito out of my seats.
Anyway, The Weston Irish Pub is a blast and I wanna go back. It’s even more lively on Friday and Saturday night so I’m really hoping to take a big gang of people there soon and tear it up.
And that was that. I dropped Tricia off, put down the windows, opened the sun roof and sang Pixies songs at the top of my lungs the whole way home.
Next up? Ice skating lessons, Honky, Les Miserables and OK Go at The Hurricane. Rock.