I hung out all day then came back in the evening to work a part-time gig I'd agreed to take on, namely working the door at a local club during a...young ladies' dance show. (Yep...that's what we'll call it.)
Hey--dog food and ammo are expensive, and it wouldn't be chivalrous to refuse a request for aid from damsels in distress, right? What would John Wayne say?
That ran until three or so and I got home and crashed for almost three whole hours before I had to get up and help with a National Day of Service project here in the neighborhood that had me taking college kids around to pick up trash and do yard work and home repairs for local seniors.
We got a lot done at the service day and I had a great time at the other two events, but by the time I got home again, I'd had three hours' sleep out of the last thirty.
Great time. Not a dull place at all, this Louisiana.
And no, I have no pics of either the guns or the side gig...such the pity.