If you remember, I’ve been fruitlessly shopping for coffee and end tables. Ever since we got the new living room furniture I’ve been looking but not finding. Just when I was about to give up and resign myself to living with the old beaten up pieces…Amazon to the rescue.
I never thought about looking there for decent furniture. Figured it would all be pressboard and veneered crap. But when you’re desperate? You take a chance.
I started with the smallest end table.
.
.
And it wasn’t half bad.
.
.
Simple to assemble and made from surprisingly solid wood. Since I had good luck with that, I ordered the second slightly larger end table.
.
.
Mission style, which blends nicely with the new dining room.
.
.
With a drawer and shelf in surprisingly nice hard solid wood.
.
.
I’m so tickled with the quality and remarkably low price, I’m going to order the third and largest piece for in front of the couch.
I’m thrilled.
My husband? Not so much…
.
.
Since he’s the one who has to put them all together.
Not wanting to kill each so late in the day, we saved assembly of the kegerator until Saturday morning. Relaxing weekend my *ss. 🥴
.
.
The first step on the way to cold beer was finding a place to fill the (brand new and shiny apple red!) CO2 tank required for tapping a keg. Had I known it would not be coming back home with us, I would have taken its picture. So clean and pretty! But alas in our part of the world no one fills CO2 tanks, they just exchange them. So bye bye lovely sparkling new red tank, and hello old, scuffed, ugly metal version.
.
.
The regulator was easy to attach, and the husband managed to do it without blowing himself up … so I call that a win.
Next up was clamping the hoses to the keg couplers. They came with 4 of these ridiculous plastic things….
.
.
Only one of which worked.
.
.
Husband promptly broke the other 3 then stormed off to the local hardware store for the normal adjustable metal versions.
.
.
Tank and regulator placed on shelf? Check!
Hoses clamped onto couplers and attached to tank? Check!
All that was left was to tap the keg…. and since the husband hadn’t done that anytime in the current century?
It did not go well.
.
.
But can I get a round of applause for the perfectly timed photograph?
I’m so good…. it’s frightening.
.
.
Beer went everywhere. On the floor, on the window, on the mini fridge, everywhere but in our mouths… which is usually where you want to direct it.
And then, when the keg was finally put in position and tapped?
Yes, after ordering one in January, receiving it in February, sending it back due to damage in March, waiting for a refund until May, ordering another one in June….
.
.
In August… we finally (why the hell was that was so hard?) have a kegorator!!!
Naturally, with my husband at the helm…. delivery to the man cave did not go smoothly.
.
.
Drive much? And yes, it was my car he used to ram into the garden bed bricks. Geesh!
.
.
Numerous pieces and parts accompanied the unit.
.
.
Which barely fit in between the bar and my (heavily loaded because yes, a girl needs variety) booze laden shelves.
.
.
But there she is… in place, a dual tapper!
.
.
Of course we had to rush right out and purchase a keg of the husband’s favorite Belgian. (Heavier than it looks. Damn!)
.
.
Allagash White, from a local Maine brewery.
.
.
And then came the holy shit we might need an engineer dreaded assembly instructions.
To be continued….
.
Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
River's world..... 