kiss kiss. bang bang.

I was on the phone with my sister, Polly, and we were talking about what's next for the blog. She's a yoga instructor in New York and in between Vinyasa and Bikram, she called to find out what the next challenge would be. I had the original list on my lap and after she deemed Flamenco lessons too easy and Skydiving completely ridiculous ("You will NEVER do that, just take it off the list now and stop trying to deceive people") I hit on the next item and she practically jumped through the phone.

Now, I don't know what kind of yoga they're teaching out there in NYC but as soon as I said, "Learn to fire a Gun," she said, "That's it. No question. Guns. For sure. Definitely guns."

I don't know how I feel about guns and it was pretty far down on the list of things to try but Polly seemed so sure and maybe a little bit like she needed me to get prepared for something (or someone) specific so I said, "Pass the ammo."

So, I'm going to the LA Gun Club next Wednesday. I requested a pink firearm and was told, "You're getting a black gun. We're not fancy." I asked the gun guy if shooting a gun was good cardio and would help my ass and he said, "Lady, if you want to learn how to shoot a gun, come on down and we'll teach you. If you want a good ass, do squats."