A month or so ago my husband asked me if I wanted to meet some of his business peeps for drinks. I can count the number of times, in the last year, my husband and I have meet people for anything other than shooting on two fingers…last night was number three.

My husband’s main office is out of Connecticut, so a couple times a year the folks from that office come here and they meet at a local restaurant. Last night was the night.

Unfortunately, I had to pay up on that hooker deal I made so my husband and Tiger are currently in Reno collecting and couldn’t make it(it’s really a business trip). Arete is otherwise engaged, so I had to go to it alone. I have never met any of these particular people, but one of them is a pretty big time shooter and she comes with her own nickname.

Appaloosa Amy-

Amy, her husband and both her children shoot Cowboy matches, they carry and are staunch 2nd Amendment supporters, so naturally we spent the night talking about make-up and shoes.

Maybe not.

One of the men there was a retired Navy guy and a big gun nut as well, so we actually, hold onto your hats cuz this is a shocker, talked about guns, guns, and more gosh darn guns. They talked a fair amount too about business and I learned a lot. My husband has been holding out on me with the office gossip as in he has told me none, nada, zero, zilch.

One of the ladies who came, Jean, did not care about guns really. She wasn’t against them just didn’t seem all that interested, but when Amy started talking about my blog(I didn’t even know she read it) then the other lady stared asking questions.

Amy said, “Oh my gosh I laughed so hard on your post about being in the hospital”. She knows Arete and knows he is anything but an ass, so when she read the post she got the humor of it all, plus she is one badass chic and does not have a wimpy bone in her body. She is raising her daughter in the same fashion and it warmed my heart to hear her talk.

Anyway, Jean didn’t know I wrote a blog or that I train hand to hand/knife stuff with Arete and she was curious. She said, “Wait, are you talking about our Arete?”

Me- Yep.

Her- Really? He actually hits you?

Me- Yep.

Her face is stunned.

Me- Not at his full power.

Still stunned

Her- Why?

Me- Had a little bad guy thing.

The rest of the night no matter how many times the subject changed she came back to my bad guy deal. She asked me a lot of questions and Amy as well. I didn’t mind like I normally do.

Amy was craving ice cream, so us gals left the restaurant and walked down the street to a little shop. Gorgeous night by the way. While there Jean started asking me about the details of what happened. When, where, etc. Gave the run down and I mentioned at the end how he said we are going to leave here. I told her that would not have been a good idea.

Stunned look again. So, I say, generally it’s not good to let them take you to a second location. Do you know not to do that? She just looks at me and then says,

“I don’t think anyone is ever going to attack me.” I look at Amy and she looks at me and then I say, “Well, darling we need to talk”.

Her- Come on, how many people really get attacked? Not many.

Me- More than you think. How many people get shot in a movie theater?

She gives me a look like good point. The 3 of us spend the rest of the night talking self defense. She was asking a lot of questions. I have no idea if she was just very curious or if she will start to think more seriously about her safety, but I am hoping for the latter.

The evening was a ton of fun. Lots of laughter, a small amount of beer, and once again I was blessed with meeting some really fabulous folks.

On a side note, David over at Musings Over A Pint has inspired me to step away from the gin and add a little more beer into my life, so last night I had a long chit chat with a very nice young server about my taste in beer and he recommended I try a Belgium Dubel. I don’t know if this is a typical beer or not and I can not tell you a things about it except that it was cold and quiet yummy.

Another side note…I am really good at showing people I care and I am typically very good at telling them, but outside of my family, I am not super good at the “L” word. I mean I can say it casually like, but when I am all emotional I have a tough time saying it. I know, I know, I am whacka.  This should not be news to anyone by now. What is the point you ask. The point is a friend of mine, someone I am extremely fond of is in the hospital. I don’t think they know exactly what is going on, but if one is in the hospital that generally is not a good sign. After I left the ice cream shop last night I was thinking about him, so I sent a text. He was kind of dopy and my concern grew as we talked. I wanted him to rest, so I said so and I wanted to say, “Get well, love ya”, but I chickened out and just did the hugs and kisses thing. Anyway, if you have a second send some good thoughts his way cuz, you know, I want him to get well and I love him..