Damsel and I attempted to go to the Gun Show today. We got as far as the parking lot at the fairgrounds when we noticed a HUGE throng waiting in what appeared to be an hour-long line to get into the show. Clearly, the Obama elect effect is in evidence here today.
We mutually decided that the wait, plus what would obviously be overcrowding inside, would not be a good investment in our time nor in the wear and tear on the nerves. We executed a missed approach and headed back to home base.
I ordered everything that we had on our gun show wish list (except ammo, of course – %&*?!@ California laws) from on-line sources when we got home. I found some good deals on the shooting accessories and cleaning items we needed.
In a while, I’m going to fire up the BBQ and crank out a couple of Beef Tenderloin Steaks for the main meal today. I’m nursing a Samuel Adams as I write this and Damsel is sipping some Chardonnay – our attitude adjustments are in progress.
I like to drown my disappointments in pie.
I like pie.
Juicy medium rare chopped fillet mignon tossed in a green salad has its calming effects too. We’re both quite contented at the moment.