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So last nigt Amy Jo was a bad influence and behaving badly. She had a really rotten week at work last week. On Friday she simply stated that she had a bad week and didn't even want to talk about it. I didn't pry. Last night she really didn't want to talk about it (again), but she did want to hang out and drink. Hmmm? Hang out w/ brunette and get blasted or sit in the basement? No brainer... I immediately started drinking. The kids were in a really good mood and minding their own business.
My Glock barrel showed up yesterday. I was chomping at the bit to know if my varieties of reloaded ammo was going to chamber. We were sitting in the breakfast nook , listening to Pink Floyd. Amy was pounding chard as if it was the last day of the earth and I was drinking Beck's, chambering 115gr hollow points, 147 gr hollow points, 124 gr flat points and 115 gr UMC cartridges in the Glock. (On a side note, I must say that I guess my sizing die is set right... All three variations of my reloads chambered as well as factory ammo. You could even slow chamber them and they would slide in as if they were on an oiled surface.) After I was satisfied that this barrel is king, I put all the ammo away. When I came back upstairs, Amy Jo had the Glock in her hand. site pictures in the kitchen.. She always has liked that gun, won't ever admit it, but I know she does. I can count on one hand the times that she has had a gun in her hand. To my utter satisfaction she never once touched the trigger. Unbelievable. I guess she does listen to me every now and again. She also learned about this nifty feature on the Glocks called the loaded chamber indicator. Yes, w/ no manual safties, the loaded chamber indicator is your friend.
Anyhoo, gun time was over an then I drug the Kramer upstairs. Why? Well, I've reached a point in life where I'm pretty quick to get rid of stuff that I don't use. I've pretty much made up my mind that I'm getting a new guitar, built for the type of playing that I'm engaged in. I was cleaning up the Kramer to put it on eBay. Amy Jo was just chatting away. A little later she turned around and just said "I bet you could tell me the story about every ding in that guitar." I just sat there looking at it, and she was right. Then she said: "do you remember when it was white?" (It has turned into a dingy, gross shade of yellow over the years) All of a sudden floods of memories came in. Ummm... I've been playing that guitar for 20 years... Considering that I'd be lucky to get $200 out of it, selling it just to make room is 'nucking futs'. Amy Jo re-enforced the fact that we're not exactly poor and we could easily sustain the cost (with limits). Then we talked about what I wanted... Then we started talking about Ibanez. She fondly remembered the RG570. Amy bought the RG570 for me at a time when I could not afford buying guitars; I was a dirt poor starving musician. If I did not have a girlfriend, I would have been homeless. Then she mentioned something that I never considered. For playing guitar, compared to most guitar people, I've had very few guitars over the past 20 years. I pretty much know what I like and stick with it when I get it. In the past, if I got rid of somthing, it was to gain somehting new. Currently, I don't have to do this. She talked me into buying the RG321. Which I intend to do today.
We ended up staying up until midnight listening to Ultravox. We slept late and I didn't work out, nor did I play a lick of guitar. Fair trade? You bet!
Inspiration for the day