A simple plan

It was supposed to be a simple project. My friend Grimm wants a bar to take to Pennsic. He brews a lot of tasty adult type beverages and wants to dispense them is a stylin way. Hey, who doesn't? So today he showed up and started work with some help from me. Well, I mostly watched and sometimes held things.

But after we had spend an hour making a router jig and routing out several mortise and tenom joints I noticed something funny.

"Uh, Grimm. This bar is way to high."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean I'm 6'2" and I'm gonna need a booster chain to sit here."

"But my plans require this height. I need room for the kegs, and the cooler and glasses and..."

"All I'm saying is, I look like a Hobbit over here."

We debated the issue for several minutes when my wife popped her head into the Man Cave to tell me she was heading off to teach a class. I pointed at the bar.

"Is that bar too high?" I asked.

"Yes." she said, without hesitation. And left. This was, essentially the end of the discussion.

Grimm was frustrated. He looked at me in an Eyore like way. "I wanted to stach bottle and other crap on this shelf I had planned, but there won't be enough room."

Really? Lets find out." I quickly found some whisky that I've had in storage for a while. We were supposed to use the bottle to test the shelf height, but after opening said bottle we somehow went off on some other tangent.

We went back and forth. What had until now been a simple plan was now totally cocked up. We eventually came up with some very clever ideas for the cooler/tap system that we both believed will work. Alas, most of the day had been killed by this time and he had to run. We agreed that it would be a good idea, to bring over all the kegs and other equipment to test out the new human height design. And hey, once the bar is built it would be a shame not to take it for a spin.

We'll see next week when we comes back to work on the bar again.