After two weekends of travel, and as importantly, after an interminable week, I needed to just relax this weekend. A nice quiet weekend of lying by the pool (ahhh.....), getting drunk and disorderly, and shooting a handgun. Not all in the same day, thankfully. I'd most likely be writing this from jail if that were the case. Nothing too worth mentioning (this is not to say that nothing happened), except for this, which you have to see to believe:
That's my shot hitting the lower right portion of the X, and my shooting partner, whom I'll call Concealed Weapon's shot hitting the lower right part of my bullet hole. That's pretty amazing as it is, but even better: Concealed Weapon called the shot. Deadly. Having never shot a handgun, I would say I did pretty well for myself.
Afterwards, we had dinner at Pure Taqueria, which on this night was home to hipsters and their dates. It's probably home to hipsters every night. It's very good, the food that is, hipsters not so much. If you get the queso fundido, which is a bowl of cheese with green peppers and chorizo baked to golden brown goodness and served with some tortillas, you should get it as a meal, or eat it with like 4 or 5 people. It's delicious and really, really filling. It left no room for dessert. There's always next time.
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