On Sunday, David treated me to a bachelor party. Given two facts – David being my only guy-friend and me being pretty androgynous when it comes to doing manly things – we did not round up the dudes and go to a strip club. Plus, that’s weird and icky. Instead, I learned how to use a gun. Six guns, actually.
David and I rolled out with his dad and two brothers to Florence Junction, where we parked in a secluded area by a moderately sized cliff-face. David’s dad went over gun-safety with me while his brothers set up some cans, and I put on some glasses and earmuffs. I’ve never held a real gun, let alone shoot one, so I was pretty green to this whole scenario. I should preface the following sentences with the fact that I’m probably getting some of these names wrong. But anyways, I took a couple of pot shots with a 22 and actually hit my target the first two times (big surprise, let me tell you) before playing with a Glock 17 and a Remington (pistol and shotgun – I’m learning!). When we set out to reset the cans and find some better targets, I found two shot up computer monitors and couldn’t resist. By the end of the day I also fired off an AR-15 and a SOCOM, of which the latter had its own shockwave that we could feel several feet away from the shooter, and which gave me a bruised arm. As we wrapped up, I fired a few rounds out of an old-fashioned revolver, which made me feel very much like I was shooting in the Southwest.
All in all it was a lot of fun and something I had never done before. I’m not exactly signing up for the NRA, but I definitely wouldn’t be against going out again. It was pretty interesting to learn about the different guns (David’s dad is an instructor, and all the guys knew at least something about guns given boy scout experience and whatnot) and to play with some big boy toys. That, mixed with a little bit of video-gaming and some delicious In-n-Out Burger, made for a very nice bachelor party.