Drunk blogging post gun show?

 Ish, anyway.

Yup.... did the club gun show this weekend.  Two days behind the tables, with setup Friday evening.  Herself did some of the lift/carry, and kept me company all weekend.

*I* did fine, moving some extra boomsticks and pewseeds.  Enough to buy ice cream on the way home and fill the change jar for once.

Other folks.... meh.   The crowd was buying, but vendors had little to sell that really interested them.  Only half had viable firearms on display.  I'm not counting the inevitable ancient 'Rare and Collectable' WinRemMauchesters every show has clogging it's arteries.  Hell.... one guy seemed to specialize in dark bores and rust, at museum prices (Every rifle had a BS story on why it shot perfectly, as long as you used Siamese surplus Olympic ammunition from the 1930's).

People wanted, and some of them wanted hard.  I sold off spare ammo, and some mil-surp I've been sitting on for years.  Also some shotguns I just didn't plan on ever really using, and a few .22 rifles that others may enjoy now. 

Day one, my tables were 75% clear by noon, and the last few hours were boring as hell.  Second day, I raised prices on what I brought to fill tables (while Herself squawked), and managed to stave off boredom till the last hour or two.  I'll admit sacrificing a brick of quality .22 Rimfire ammo, one box at a time.   Hey... people needed that.

So, steel, brass, and lead turned into funny looking paper, and one fat old man turned into jelly.  That was the most I've done since Christmas, and I'll admit being wiped out.  Even though I mostly sat behind tables and bullshitted, it took all I had.  Maybe the docs are right.

A few glasses of giggle juice in, and I'm feeling rather pleased with myself.  Yeah yeah... I know.   A few years ago it would have been a normal weekend and back to work tomorrow.   Yeah.... I'll probably spend a few days just recovering.   That said... I got out of the damn chair and did something, and that is worth gold.