I think I posted a couple of years ago that everyone's guesses were much more entertaining than what actually happened. I didn't want to ruin all of that fun with the actual story.
Anyway, since this thread has been revived and people want to know what happened...
I was traveling a lot for work at the time - commuting from Connecticut to Phoenix just about every week. I took a red-eye home on a Thursday night and went fishing all day Friday. Instead of coming home after fishing and spending Friday night with SWMBO, I went back to my buddies house with a few other friends. Ended up getting home quite late and quite drunk. Woke up Saturday morning and decided I'd rather have a brewday(and drink more beer) than spend the day with SWMBO. She was angry and I was on a plane back to Phoenix on Sunday morning, having spent the weekend fishing, brewing, drinking, and completely ignoring her. I would guess I hadn't even made it to the airport when the salt was poured.