Of Blood and Guns

I don't work on Fridays and I've taken to spending the whole day playing with friends. Today Christina and I made an odd sort of mixture of plans. Our day began when we met up in Bellevue on our way to the Puget Sound Blood Center. It's a good thing needles do not bother me since I try to donate blood on a regular basis here. I enjoy knowing that my blood can help save someone else. Plus I'm one of those universal donors, so they love me.

Afterward we made a quick stop in at Red Robin's to replenish some of our energy before heading over to Wade's.

That's right, a gun range.


Confession: I know nothing about guns.

No, correction, I knew nothing about guns. I did shoot a gun once before when I was about 5 years old. My granddaddy took us to his farm and we shot at all the empty soda cans we drank earlier in the week. But I was 5. I barely remember it.

With a little help from a nice guy named Jason we managed to load our gun and shoot at our target. And for the most part, we always hit the target.

We started out with two different types of 22's. (Pardon me for not remembering the names of them now). This was a nice place to start. However before long I wanted to try something more. I went back out and asked for something with a little more "umpf". I was handed a 9mm this time.

BAM! That baby had some kick to it. The first time I shot it I thought it was going to fly out of my hands. I even let out a little shout of enjoyment. I liked this gun.

And I didn't do too badly either for my first time. I could definitely get used to playing with guns some more.

Thanks for the fun day Christina!