In keeping with the week-long theme of utter — yet hilarious — ridiculousness, I just knew that my trip to Texas was going to have to go out with a bang (haha!) So, what did I do? I went shooting.
(Now, before I go any further, let me just say that I have never once shot or even held a gun, so this was quite the experience for me. I kept envisioning shooting myself in the foot or, even worse, shooting someone else in the foot. Needless to say, I was pretty nervous.)
So, I got a quick gun lesson (the hardest part is figuring out how to properly hold the darn thing!) and, with Andrew and Joshua’s help, I shot it. It was awkward and hilarious and exhilarating. I kept my target as a souvenir, and I end up bursting into laughter every time I look at it. Andrew took a paper plate and (skillfully) drew some of the things I hate most on it: knives (best line ever: “I love that you’re using a gun right now to combat that fear.” – Andrew), mushrooms (they’re not food, people; they’re fungi), a guitar wearing a cowboy hat (I may have been in Texas, but I still hate country music) and a golf bag (the first time I ever went golfing was in Liberia, and it took us about five hours to finish. Need I say more?)
Anyway, I thought y’all would enjoy the sheer absurdity of it. (And no, I have no idea what kind of gun it was. All I know is that it was a big one, and it made my arms hurt for the next day and a half).