I was informed last week that I would be attending the
The day started better. We went to a gun show this morning. Belle was looking for an Evil Black Rifle. I was looking for a more compact carry pistol.
The first booth I hit had a great selection of pistols. Being dressed for the Sunday Opera Matinee, young dude behind the tables has me pegged for suburban Dad buying his first gun. As I was fondling shootin irons, young dude pipes up with, "we have that model with a laser over here!". The store owner was standing there with me. I glanced up at him and lowered my eyes back to the pistol in my hands and simply commented, "don't let these clothes fool you. I don't need a laser. It's nothing more than a distraction". Store owner snorted and sniggled.
I pretty much shopped the whole show and ultimately made my way back to the first booth I'd visited.
A bit of gun cleaning therapy with the new purchase removed the post opera fuzziness between my ears.
Now, to buy spare mags before the UN decides anything over 7 rounds is bad JuJu and procure a new holster.
If I can get Belle to post on her own damn blog, you'll get an earful about her new EBR.