Hit Me With Your Best Shot... Fire Away

Because I'm a pretty awesome girlfriend, I got TYM a day at the West Side Pistol Range for Valentine's Day. Schedules being what they are, we couldn't make it right away, but we finally got to go yesterday. It was an absolute blast.

The way it works is, if you're a beginner, they lump you into a group with other beginners, give you a short classroom lecture, make you sign forms saying "I understand that I might die today and my family can't sue" and "I have never been arrested for stalking or threatening an intimate partner (but celebrities are okay)," and then set you loose on the range. Our group consisted of three couples and one lone guy who probably had neither expected nor wanted to be in a group with three couples. Lone Guy made the best of it, though.

When we started shooting, I immediately had two problems: my gun kept jamming up and I really, really sucked at shooting. TYM was immediately awesome, despite the fact that he hadn't fired a gun since he was a kid, at summer camp. I went to Christian summer camp as a kid. TYM went to ninja summer camp, apparently.

Shortly thereafter, I got a new gun and TYM advised me to close the other eye when lining up my shots, which improved my shooting immensely. I took my best target home to hang it up in my office to remind myself and everyone else that I'm a badass. Don't believe that I'm a badass? Check this out:



Bad. Ass. Well, not totally. (And side note -- time to freshen up that haircolor, eh?) At one point, Lone Guy and TYM swapped out their bullseye targets for ones depicting humans, and I just couldn't do it. That either makes me a pussy, or them potential serial killers -- I'm not sure.

Also, My classmate Marina was very upset when I told her about my Sunday plans, so naturally I sent her a pic of me smiling, gun in hand. She wrote back, "Oh God! What's next? Abortion clinic bombings and a vote for McCain?" Heee.