Recently I was invited to attend a gun show by my brother-in-law Jared, and it was fun to hang out with him and talk guns, movies, politics, and whatever else. However, I must admit I did fear for my life at the event. Let me paint this picture for you.
The first evidence that a gun show was taking place was the massive gathering of deisel fed monsters (American made, of course) that littered the parking lot. From these monsters exited camo-covered, boot cladding, gun yielding individuals (with just a sprinkle of mullet) geared up for a gun-powdered extravaganza. Upon surviving the "truck corral", we entered the facility when suddenly a cold sensation shivered up my spine. There hanging in all it's glory, gently swayed a banner displayed by the NRA. Though the banner was simple in nature--white background and bold black lettering--the words penetrated my soul with a pure sense of terror. With every word I read, the Fight-Or-Flight response in which we all posses began to take hold. Upon this right-wing "Title of Liberty" proclaimed a plea, a plea to unite as free men in support of the never-ending Gun Possessing War now centered against the man for which I proudly supported in this great nation's elections: Barack Obama. There I stood, surrounded by thousands of gun-toting individuals all up-in-arms over the defeat of their beloved McCain less than a month previous, about to enter one of the biggest gatherings and collections of weapons/ammo (at wholesale price, mind you) this state has witnessed this year, and all I had to protect myself was an iPod, cellphone, and my wits. Needless to say, I...was...screwed. Cautiously, I leaned over to my companion and whispered these words of desperation: "Do you think I should keep quiet the fact I voted for Obama?" With a twinkle in his eye, Jared chuckled and agreed that my concern and plan for survival was just.
Anyway, it was fun to look at all the weaponry, from the top-of-the-line to the bottom-of-the-barrel (no pun intended). Personally, I found the vintage arms to be the best of the whole selection. In fact, they had an original "Tommy Gun" from the early twentieth century, complete with a drum magazine and violin case. The highlight, however, was the booth selling vintage LP's, and I was able to score an excellent condition of The Rolling Stones'
Aftermath for only $2. So with LP in hand, I walked out of the building alive to tell the tale of the
Crossroads of the West 2008 Gunshow.
I'm sure this has been seen on my sisters blogs but I wanted to mention that while my wonderful Mikey was risking his life at a gun show, I was able to go down to Emery County and see my dads play. It Was Man of La Mancha. This is one of my favorite plays and I was so excited to see it. This is the set. When it comes to sets my dad is a genius! I am also very proud of my mom who played some very hard music for this production.
