Saturday we had plans. We were going shooting with ole Bobby Youngs. I don't remember the last time I went shooting. I own a few 'standard' guns. A Ruger LC9 for concealed carry, a Glock 23 (.40) that I can also carry if I'm wearing bulkier clothing, and a Benelli 12 gauge.
Bob brought the kitchen sink. We shot his S&W 9mm, Springfield 1911 (my favorite), AR15's (.22, 2.23, and his end of the world gun with all kinds of bling on it). Yessie and I competed a little bit, because we're not as good as Bob or his son Chris (who's a great shooter himself). And we spent most of the day shooting- even the range guide said 'wow you guys shot a ton of rounds today.'
We headed to a BBQ joint a few miles away (the range was in the middle of nowhere) and chowed down. We said our goodbyes and Yessie and I headed home.
Sunday we hit up her favorite breakfast place and a little French bakery for an awesome chocolate filled croissant. Then we packed up and headed to her dad's (we had his car all weekend) so he could take us to the airport. About halfway to the airport I checked my phone to make sure our flight was on time. My stomach dropped. "Mr. Martinez, you can turn around."
'Did you forget something??"
"Yeah, I forgot that our flight isn't until tomorrow."
We all broke down laughing. It was my fault for booking the flight Monday, but Yessie didn't catch it either. Long story short, we headed back. We decided on seeing Dead Pool that night, which was hilarious and I got hammered in the movie (airplane bottles, rookies). So she drove us home.
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