As it turns out, it was all Brian Netten's fault. Brian is an artist who goes through the booze like Vincent Van Gogh, and after a 3 day bender we always check to make sure he still has both ears. Unknown to me, the previous night was his 40th birthday, so he and Cheri got pretty polluted, and then Cheri went home to a graduation party and had to show the kids how to drink, and somewhere in there she finished a whole bottle of Ouzo by herself. Brian staggered into the bar later an apologized for screwing everything up, and wound up scrambling eggs in a frying pan in the back.
Then I notice the oven won't light (Oh DOUBLE ****!!!), and after lots of farting around Cheri finally manages to get the sucker going. Now it's 10:15, and there's still no food, and I have a bloody Mary with a beer chaser to settle my nerves. Stuff finally starts getting cooked, and at 11:00 the line forms for food. Seeing as everything is so hosed up, Cheri says the food is free, which helps brighten things up a bit. The food is yummy and artery clogging as usual, and I sort of pig out on sausages and hash browns with Tabasco suace on them. BURP!! Luckily, if you get a whole bunch of gun nuts in a bar, they will ******** about carrying and/or shooting guns until the cows come home. (Thank God for that!!) I took some pictures, which are shown below, but the one shot I wanted and didn't get was the smokers standing outside the bar. Four people, with 1911's sticking out of their belts, standing on East 7th Street in broad daylight where cops cars drive past every 5 minutes, and nobody noticed.
As the people will tell you who were there, despite the late food problem, it is very nice and relaxing to be able to wander around a bar with your gun out, and not worry about some jerk trying to grab your gun, or some soccer mom calling up the St. Paul Tac Squad and reporting that there are 30 Al Queida terrorists dressed like Americans at the Gopher. Despite the fact that Cheri said the food was free, one of the regulars said that was ********, and a tip jar was placed on the bar and got a fair amount of green stuffed into it.
Here is Cheri, drunk on her ass, and still enjoying the effects of all that booze the next morning:
1911fan with a 1911 (DUH??)
The gun in the holster is a Ruger with a 10 1/2" barrel
Stradawhovious
Stradawhovious' " Lower Half" http://www.mnguntalk.com/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3524
srigs with the usual large stash of holsters
The "old people's table" NOTE. The lady on the left with the camera case on her belt has something besides a camera in the case...
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The winner of the most outrageous holstered gun contest - a real, live AR-15 pistol
Another 1911
Some Effen Gopher regulars (one is a St. Paul police officer, no less)
A well armed Norwegian from Lake Woebegon, with a 1911 and a can of snoose in his pants!!
Cheri, still drunk much later...
