Monday, July 12, 2004
Not A Manlecher
Ah disregard the title, it’s an inside joke. Probably spelled wrong too but anyway, so, went to the range yesterday with this guy, his girlfriend, Airboss, his wife, Dennis and his wife. Well, Dennis’ wife went off and made mass money while we spent money.
Anyway, the first thing we all did was go to breakfast at this restaurant called, La Peep. Yah, name is pretty meterosexual sounding and to be honest, the food wasn’t that extraordinary. It was alright. About the same you would find in a Denny’s. I will give them props on one thing though. Airboss ordered a “Texas Sized Cinnamon Roll” and they are not kidding.
Airboss’ wife made him share with the whole table so I got a couple of bites off that thing. Now, I’m not really a cinnamon roll kinda girl but my mouth started watering at all the gooey frosting just oozing all over that plate so I stabbed my fork into my piece and savored. It was so good. I haven’t tasted anything that sweetly delicious in some time. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Moving on....
Then we went to Collector’s Firearms again where we drooled and pondered and put things on Lay Away. I didn’t, Jim did. I made a mess all over the display case which houses my Walther p99.
It will be mine. It will. And I will hug it and squeeze it and call it Ge...........what?
Needless to say, I didn’t get it yesterday. Again. I feel so bad for my poor little gun sitting in that cold, heartless display case, feeling unloved and unwanted. I can hear it calling to me:
Buy me....didn’t I feel good in your hands? I’m the perfect gun for you! I’ve been sitting in this display case for months! You have passed me by twice! Buy me! Please take me home and let me shoot things."
And one day I will. Hold tight little Walther...I’m coming for ya.
Anyway, then it was off to the range where I had an extraordinarily crappy shooting day. I really didn’t do that well. Started off on the paper targets with random weapons including that fantastic CQB belonging to Dennis....his precious, not mine..and he made sure I knew that. Also Airboss brought along his Glock 19 and I shot off a few rounds out of that. It jammed up a few times though so that was the end of the Glock. Here are my very embarassing and pathetic results of paper target shooting:
I know what I was doing wrong. Just......just leave me alone. Then we went to the steel plates and I shot a few revolvers at it, the rounds flying into the fricken air above each and every one of those commie plates before a kind stranger let me borrow his Kimber Pro Target II and mother of pearl did I not hit every last one of those pinko plates or what? That’s right! Damn plates, remaining upright, mocking me! The stranger let me borrow his gun two more times and I only missed one time. I started to feel a LOT better. I also got to shoot Linda’s gun....which I completely forgot what it is, and did okay there. So, I started to feel a bit better; that maybe I wasn’t the worst shooter ever seen on the face of the earth and left the range feeling alright.
Here are some images of two shooters who did a sight better than me yesterday. The first one is of Dennis, (the owner of that precious CQB...in fact, I think that is what he’s shooting in this photo.) And the second one is Linda.
After the range we all went to a Chinese restaurant and had a pretty decent time. Lots of stories, people getting a bit tipsy and blurting things out that just sounded funny coming from them and the food was actually alright. So were the strawberry daquiries. However, I will not be going back there for two reasons: 1) Although I do not smoke cigars, they don’t allow that in their restaurant and as one who smokes, I can’t stand it when “certain” types of smoke get discriminated against. No, I actually hate the smell of cigar smoke...but to me, it’s still wrong to say no to them but yes to cigarettes. 2) The waiter started out okay but ended up being a real schmuck. You know, if you have 4 separate bills, don’t get huffy when we ask for four bills and when you come back after we paid them to return our cards and receipts, do not, my G-D!, do NOT put them all in one big pile to be sorted through. How fucking tacky is that? His tip went down just by that move alone.
Anyway, I don’t have much in the way to offer a pictoral representation of the Chinese restaurant aside from an empty take-out box. You really want to see that? Tough. I’m not rooting through the garbage just to appease your visual senses.
All in all, it was a really good day. I came home to find myself in that horrible ‘in-between’ world. You know the one, where you’re just coming off your high from shooting all day and being really tired with the realization that it’s back to the ‘real world’ now. Maybe I should get a job at a range.
Thanks to all who showed up and shared guns, ammo, stories and transportation. Once again, had myself a damn right Sunday.
