Spill The Wine; Take That Pearl
On Christmas Eve, I was helping my mom improve her Gchat skills—I wish I could say this was a tradition—when I spilled a glass of red wine on my year-old laptop. My dad had asked my mom if it was okay to give me a crystal goblet for my wine, which is a joke dads make, but in my case it’s not a rhetorical question. The computer did some things that made it seem like Gremlins were inside it, until I realized I should turn it off. After that, according to helpful people on the Internet who had also doused their laptops with liquids, I needed to let it dry out for 48 hours. This was a good idea since, like many a Betty Ford entrant, it smelled like Cabernet Sauvignon. But after the waiting period, it still stunk and wouldn’t turn on. The Apple store said they’d fix it for about half the original price—ouch—and I have my blogging machine back now, minus everything I ever saved on it. That feels alternately awful and okay. I devoted a lot of time to writing that no one will ever read, even if it’s just me for the thousandth time, but I also have a blank computer for 2012. In an extra bit of awesomeness, my parents, who are way too nice, offered to pay for half of the repair. I’m sure they wish I would have just broken the goblet.
