Friends don't let friends work on electronics drunk

Except for this particular buddy system, the voice of reason passed out.  Yes, that would be me.  Maybe not reason, but at least a voice.

We arrived in Key Largo on time despite rumors of security protests at airports.  We hadn't picked up the rental car yet, so we ambled on over to the marina bar Coconuts.  There's been, um, some changes, um yeah.  We met the new manager, wow. He's a treat. Pathological liar comes to mind, desparate, psychotic need to be accepted.  Half the bar staff quit within three weeks of his arriving, just to put things in perspective.

However, bartender Archie was there and totally entertaining us with great stories.  Long story short....we got a little messed up. Tim proceeded to nightcap 15 gallons of beer with a very strong bloody mary.

We got back to the boat, grateful to see water on board, started to chug that.

Then that's the last thing I remember.

Here's what happened after I face first into the back berth.

One of the last stages of installing the radar is to put on the connecter ends after running the wires down the mast. Now let's me-a 'splain something to ya.  There's 42,000 wires, all the size of a strand of hair and they have to be crammed, IN ORDER, into the connector and crimped.  Now let me repeat, IN ORDER.  Let me also explain to you that they are COLOR coded. Now let me also tell you that even stone cold sober bright light and magnifying glass Sparky cannot tell colors apart.

Really the wires are not that much bigger than the drawing.

Okay, you got the background now.  So, Special K, face planted in back berth. Compy Comp deciding that, yeah, I can wire this bitch up. I'm doing it.

Well, yeah, he did, but...not so much.  And if you might be confused why not? Read above, thin wires, color coded, smashed into a small connector. How would a drunk guy screw that up?

Anyway, the next morning, after a quick hangover cure breakfast at The Galley restaurant, we did get the radar together and working, of course, since neither of us are a retired radar operator from WWII, we don't know what the hell we are looking at.

Now accepting applications for radar operator....