What's done is done, and what's undone will have to wait until next year... pushed through a full rollout of my equipment yesterday, ensured I had enough cables and jumpers and whatnot (I didn't, I bought more), and then I put it all away again ready for loading Wednesday.
My garage, though, appears to have multidimensional qualities... it's a garage, not a clown car! It's amazing how much stuff I have crammed in there.
Running a watt-meter test, I'm going to take in the vicinity of 500 watts in the audio gear. I didn't do a full burn test, that would have been more work. Hope it all works!
Of the four dancing-fire drivers (e.g. speaker columns), one of them has a short or a break or a loose wire -- it doesn't work reliably. I may either just not use it at the event, or I may tear it down and find the flaw (which will NOT be easy or fun). Or I may hook it up and just swear at it a lot. We'll see.
Then last night I printed and then Matt and I cut and pasted labels on, I dunno, 7 or 8 or 10 cases of beer and cider.
The first labels I laid out at work, and did some things that made our life much more difficult than necessary. However, I did the beer labels in a more reasonable manner. And in general, I learned a lot about what is easy and what is hard in drink labels, so next time will be super easy!
Now to find a source of lightweight colored paper, the lightest stuff that can run through a laser printer. Preferably with water-tight colors.
Today I'm mostly just enjoying the sense of relief at not having to assembly anything more for the event. Well, I had to run some errands, and we need to clean the coolers and the new water containers. This and that, easy stuff.
I investigated the attics and found definite sign of rodentia. Judging from the spoor, it's a small rat or a large mouse -- most likely, the lowly Roof Rat, according to bad pictures of rodent poop I find online. Also, there are... pathways trodden in the insulation in the attic, and tunnels leading down into it. And poops. Did I mention the poops?
So... poison. Probably a bromadialone anticoagulant ::shudder::. Nasty stuff. I also poked around for obvious openings (lots of cracks, but nothing big) and tree access (yes, not touching the house, but close). And nothing that's easy to address. I hate to kill the little bastards, but I'm not sure other plans will work.
If Sparky the spare cat were still here, I'd just leave the ladder propped up in the attic, and I bet there would soon be nothing more than one chubby cat left.
Stoopid cat.