Shooting, pizza and beer

So, yesterday my friend A, and my boyfriend S, and I went out to Red Rock to go shooting since I needed to blow off some steam from the chaos of Free Slurpee Day. "A" needed to blow off some steam too, (she works with me), and she also wanted to learn how to shoot. So we went to pick up S from work at about 5 and drove out Red rock. One small problem, there were COWS where we wanted to shoot. So, we drove for FOREVER trying to find a decent place to shoot. Well we ended up on the side of a mountain, and my car, rather my suspension, was NOT happy when we got there. Anyways, teaching A to shoot was fun and funny, she, like, me was scared of the BANG! portion of shooting, so we started her off with my gun, which barely makes a bang, more like a POP,it is a gun though, don't get me wrong. Then I had to convince her to shoot the meaner looking one, and once she did she was like a kid on a roller coaster. "That was awesome!" BANG! BANG! lol those cans didn't stand a chance. She brought beer with her to drink, and normally I nor S would allow this, but it wasn't like she was downing beers before we went, and we were there to supervise. So darkness approaches and we pack up and head back down, my car handled going down better than up but I guess that's how it usually is. So driving down we see this truck, and a CREEPY man standing by there. Turns out he needed a jump. I wasn't freaking out because S was there and we had guns in the trunk. So we get his truck started and we go on our way. We get back into town and realize we are famished. So we go to a local bar that has fantastic Pizza, plus we know the employees. So we order a Hawaiian pizza and he comps us a pitcher of beer, I'm the driver and since I don't like beer anyways I stick with soda. So afterwards we head home and I sleep better knowing I obliterated some boxes and cans with my frustration instead of dwelling on my anger and the stupidity of Free Slurpee Day.