I shot a gun for the second time in my life and then ate 2 pounds of mutton tonight at the FedSoc annual Beef and Guns night. I think I'm getting better! And mutton is really good, especially when you get it in a place where the waiter will conspire with you and the decor is red and old-mannish. The best moment was in the subway on the way back, though:
S: Hey, did we just lose Carl and Julia?
D: What do we care? We're against paternalism. If they got lost, it's their own damn fault.
I realised, however, that almost everyone that showed up to Beef and Guns tonight was of German descent, excepting yours truly. Is this something to be concerned about?
