Cause that's how we roll in New Comptonland

Got home from picking up the VISITPA.com rides yesterday and set about building them last night. Yeah, I know that I referenced this yesterday. Here is where the story turns.
A High School English teacher once told me, "sometime, you just need to know when to BOG." Huh, BOG? Bow out gracefully, he said. There comes a point in time when you need to when that is your best option.
So last evening I knew how tired I was, and how excited I was to build some bikes. I knew there would be a disconnect. As many know, I love beer. I particularly love good beer. Building bikes and drinking beer is standard operating procedure at Chez Legend. Thing is I knew, I would be to excited. So New Comptonland style I poured half a bottle of wine into a large plastic cup and set about my way. No floral bouquet, no rose petal finish, better yet no broken parts or thrown tools. I did what I could & made the decision to BOG when I knew it best served me. Meaning the 2007 race mtb parts stayed boxed, as did the 2008 Cannondale 29er.
Fast Forward to today. I took the bike and parts into the shop to build it up. Anticipation was high and time was short to try to get in a good long ride. Right from the start I was rushing shit and making VERY dumb rookie wrench mistakes. It was embarassing, humiliating and overall not fun. What should have taken 1, 1.5 hours took three. I made so many mistakes that it was a miracle tools were not thrown or parts were not sacrificed. Maybe I should take a bottle of wine into the shop to help me slow down, chill and enjoy the process? Today after finally getting shit all back together I realized I needed to BOG before any more damage was done. Pack it in, and go pedal the bike.
Also referencing my yesterday's post some of the best wrenches in the biz, saved my skin and sanity today. Well most of my skin. Blood was flowing fast after I shivved myself with a flathead. XTR FD and pedals were a nice Merlot color when I was done. I was so pissed I just kept wrenching and bleeding. Deep down, I know they wanted to see a Vesuviusian explosion.
No dice, I am a kinder and gentler version these days.
There will be no bowing out gracefully Saturday night. Epic consumption, epic!