Happy birthday, Sweet sixteen party, never grow up, 4th of July

[gement]

First off, happy birthday to garillama, sister of mine!

Second off, are any of my near and dear going to Marty's sweet sixteen party later in the evening, like 8:30 or 9pm? There's a reason for this, as you will see in the next paragraph.

Remember Basil, my protege from last year? He's got the lead antagonist role in the school production of Peter Pan, and I will not miss it for the world, or even for my favorite Martian, so I'll just need to find a later ride.

In other news, last Friday I had a three-hour gun safety and practice session at the gun range! Thanks muchly to my gun-literate housemate for taking me out and showing me the hot lead. Now I feel much more confident that, if I am ever in a stressful situation where a gun ends up on the floor, I have the ability to treat it as something other than a live snake. I can treat it as a live gun, which is much more productive.

(If anyone cares about gun details, I hated the 45, the 38 Special was the hardest to aim or fire and looks like a cartoon revolver, the 22 was a lot of fun, and I really liked the Glock 9mm.)

Comments

[diabhol.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm...I bet it was a Glock 17; that's the one I learned with. Might've been a Glock 22(?), though, as that's also a 9mm, but smaller.

I miss shooting.

[diabhol.livejournal.com]

I always get my numbers screwed up. Thank you!