2/1/10

That was one unpleasant swap meet. OK, it was butt-assed butt-butt cold is all, but that was enough. John, Pat, Tony, and I met up at The Ol’ South Pancake House on University before heading to the meet. We got good parking spots and walked in. We found George hunkered down in his Honduh watching his table full of my parts. OK, there were only two of my parts left from the stockpile of V8 crap I tried to sell two meets ago. We chatted with him for a bit then walked the isles. We have discovered that we’re much less likely to bail out and quit if we walk all the way to the last row and then start going up and down them. This had the added benefit of making the long walk with the wind rather than against it had we gone the other way. As usual, there was nothing of interest out there. I'm still not sure why we keep going. We stopped and chatted with George one more time before leaving, and left. We had lunch at... um, where did we have lunch? Oh right, we went to Mercado Juarez. T’was quite tasty. John bailed on us and went home. Tony took Pat back to Ol’ South where he’d left the Saab and then followed me to my house. I grabbed Pixie and a couple hundred rounds of 9mm ammo and we went to shoost. He tossed me the keys to his “new” Subaru so we went the long way to On Target on 377. I took him out to FM5! I did a lap then we swapped positions. He did a lap and was quite pleased with his purchase. Of course it made me miss my Scooby-Doo, and the torque of a 2.5 liter engine. At the range we shot up a few targets. He had his 6” barrel .357 Magnum and I had the aforementioned Pixie. He let me shoot a few .38 Special rounds and two .357 Magnums. Yeah, there is a difference. I couldn't help but laugh when that magnum round went off. The .38s were like “Pop, pop, pop,” whereas the .357s were “KABLAM!” I went out and bought a box of fifty .380 ACP rounds for Kurt Corto and blew through them. I let him shoot it and he complained about the recoil. Psh, pussy. I still like Kurt Corto. When we’d had enough shoosting, we paid up and left. Oh, I replaced the 100 rounds of 9mm ball I shot with 100 rounds of 9mm JHPs, by the way. Tony bought a bunch of .357 ammo too. He showed me the box of ammo he’d been shooting. It was marked $12.95 for fifty! That same ammo was $30.00 or so yesterday. I don't know how old his stuff was, but it was OLD! So from the range we tried to go to the shop. The gates were broken so we couldn't get in. I had him take me home. I started to give him directions to Northern Tool and Supply but decided it would be easier to just navigate him there. We went to Northern and he found the things he was looking... for which he was looking. He dropped me off with just under thirty minutes before I was scheduled to be at a baby shower. I went inside, shaved, showered, dressed, and was ready to leave just at the time I was supposed to arrive. Oh well, I'd be fashionably late. As I was turning onto the street, Emily called to see where I was. I told her as I was pulling into their driveway. How was it? You are really asking me how a baby shower was? It was miserable. It was hell on earth. I hated almost every minute of it. OK, it wasn't really that bad. I had an OK time of it. Eventually, the host couple, the baby couple, and I were the only ones left so we called it a night. I went home and went to bed. Sunday I slept until 1030 h. When I did finally rouse myself from bed, I surfed the interwebs for a bit then got dressed and waited for mom to get home from church. She asked what I wanted for lunch and I said, “Anything but Don Pablo’s.” It just didn't sound good. We decided on Saltgrass and had some dead cow. Afterwards, I took a nap in front of the TV then decided to go for a hoon. I did the usual FM5 run but wasn't satisfied with that. I drove up Loop 820 to Las Vegas Trail and hooned... um, whatever that road is that one hoons when they take the Las Vegas Trail exit off of Loop 820. That dumped me onto Silver Creek Road so I hooned on it. Eventually I was on Jacksboro Highway so I turned off on that last little road before the Lake Worth bridge. I hooned those little roads until they dumped me back on Silver Creek again. By now it was getting dark so I headed back home. Now it is Monday and I'm back at work. I need to take a projector to someone so I guess I'll call it a rant. Have a day.