Mr. B. and Midwest Chick and I loaded up and headed to a private range to do some group therapy with a couple friends of theirs. A good time was had by all.
The one on the left is my trusty P220 in .45. The firearm on the right (I'll let my readers take a guess as to what it is) has had a trigger tweak from Mr. B's friend Mike. Wow. that's not a trigger, that's art.
And even more new gear!
Midwest Chick nails a bowling pin. (click to enlarge).
Steve fires. Great stance equals consistent groupings.
I liked their pistol range. What's not to like with a club house that actually knows how to decorate the women's restroom for the female shooters! Pardon me, I need to go wash the lead residue off my hands again.
Then, firearms tucked away at home, we waved goodbye to some of the gang. Then B and MC and I went off on a drive to meet Mr. and Mrs. Og at a Indiana winery for a wine tasting. We missed the IND blog meet which was too far away to make it, but this was sure a good way to enjoy the day.
Anderson's Orchards and Vineyard. So many good wines to try. I liked the Rhubarb the best, a recommendation of Mrs. Og. The staff was quite welcoming, and we got to try a sampling of many of their fine products (except for our designated driver who got some tasty water).
While the menfolk went out for a cigarette, the women engaged in female small talk. Children? No. Doilies? No. Church bingo? No.
Quotes from Airplane ("oh Stewardess, I speak jive"):
Jive Lady (Mrs. Cleaver from Leave it to Beaver): Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't GET da' help!
First Jive Dude: Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
Jive Lady: Jive ass dude don't got no brains anyhow!
(It's even funnier when Midwest Chick and Mrs. O did it)
"What knockers! Oh Thank you Doctor!"
and, of course, the unashamed politically incorrect Blazing Saddles:
"It's twue! It's twue".
And the men wondered why we were all giggling when they got back.
I'm fortified by two glasses of wine. I wonder if Magnum P.I. would like my shirt?
Too soon, time for the drive back to the home and hospitality of my friends, where the black labs, Barkley and Schmoo were defending the perimeter and G-cat was guarding the house along with her feline stealth forces.
You can take my gun when you can pry it out of my cold cold paws (did I mention I also have back-up claws??)
It was a great day, my friends. We'll do it again soon.