Tonight I met Andy for dinner after he finished shooting out this way. And as luck would have it, we bumped into Proud Hillbilly in the bar that we chose for dinner.
So we talked guns, ate food, and drank good Oatmeal Stouts except for Andy--he drinks soda.
Murphy was even there too, out in the parking lot. (It's been a while since he got a ride so I brought him along.)
Few things can beat a relaxing evening with good folks. Hope your Sunday evening is going as well as this one.