Goddamnit, Jack Bauer. You really are the man.
Long week. I feel like I’ve been working 10 hour days, but I know that can’t be right. Well, it’s either that or I don’t want to admit it.
Weekend plans? It’s the last weekend for Body Worlds, so I’m going to check that out. I may also go to the LA Gun Club on Sunday because my baby sister wants the experience. I’ve fired a gun a few times in my life, but I’ve never been any good at it.
My first experience was a bit traumatizing. I had lied about feeling sick because I just didn’t want to be at school anymore, and so my dad picked me up and took me to the local gun range. I was SO pissed. I figured that he would take me home and I would just chill out in front of the TV until my mother came home or something, but NO. Out of all the possible places I expected him to drag me to (the top of that list was definitely a buffet), the gun range was definitely something that came out of left field. I remember walking around the range’s “store” feeling embarrassed and definitely out of place. I don’t think many 8 year old girls tag along with their dads to the gun range during the middle of a school day.
When we entered the actual shooting range, I was SUPER freaked out. It was so noisy and dark! I wanted to leave the minute we got there. Initially I was extremely mortified that my dad was such a loser. After a few minutes, he offered me a chance with the gun. I was SO scared and nervous, because what if I kill someone? What if I kill MYSELF? What if the gun blows up and kills everyone at the range? But when you finally hold it in your hands, you feel the power and it just puts you at ease. I’m not kidding. You’re just locked in awe of this metal object. Even at 8 years of age you understand this. It was crazy.
After firing my first shot, two things happened:
- I did not expect to gun to recoil with such force, and pistol-whipped myself
- The shell casing hit me in the eye
I think I got in like a quarter of a round, but only hit the paper target three times. But hey, one of them was a bulls-eye.
The last time I went to a gun range was with Annie during my lunch break months ago. OH MAN, it was AWESOME. Probably the best lunch break I’ve ever had.
I can’t wait to do it again. My sister is actually a really good shot. My dad likes to regal friends and family with stories about how great she is with BB guns at fairs. It should be an unexpectedly awesome Sunday. But until then, I’m going to fill my night with a few episodes of “Thank You.”
