|Here's Amanda, helping me. I look crazed. Not sure why.|
So, I'm sure it will come as no big surprise that prior to last weekend, I had never set foot in a Bass Pro Shops (BPS, if you're down with the lingo) store before. I know. I'll give you a moment to collect yourself.
But, my friends Katie (happy birthday, Katie!!!) and Anthony trekked out to the BPS near me so I obviously had to go say hello. Here they are in normal life. (They don't normally look so annoyed that I'm taking their picture.)
So I was at brunch with Amanda and her amigo, Ross, so we all went over together. The following ensued... I wish I was lying.
First, this is some of what the inside looks like. Hello... it's climate-controlled outdoors. I'm coming here more.
|Is that a real man climbing a rock wall!?|
|I <3 Meese|
Next, we spotted some hideous camo "lingerie."
Natch, I tried a version of it on. With a coonskin cap.
|Definitely going to be my farmersonly.com profile pic|
THEN it was time for shooting. KEEP IN MIND I had never held a gun before (let alone a shotgun!) in real life. Here was the scoring system:
<100 = You need practice!
100-200 = You're pretty good
500+ = You're a pro!
Ross scored 534... I scored 13.
|Annie Oakley I am not|
But I looked totally profesh. So that's what counts.
Then... oh wait... where did I go?
|A hat, too? Really?|
The pièce de résistance for the day were the American flag shirts we discovered on our way out the door. I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
|Ross, trying to get his old-man belly just right.|
|They are ready for Florida.|
Happy Monday, everyone. :-)