It’s been tough week. NASDAQ’s down, systolic pressure’s up. What you need is a nice pedicure, a hug, and some cranberry tummy-tingler herbal tea, right?
What you need is an hour and a half of semi-automatic, muscle wrenching, ear-splitting acetone-tasting gunfire, room to yell, and enough ammo to turn your target into confetti. Immediately followed by rare red meat. Who knew you could shoot in Manhattan (legally)? Once again, The TravelGal has you hooked up. I’ve got us booked into the West Side Rifle Range (no permit needed), and arranged a post-shoot meal at Old Homestead, the Meat -Packing Districts old-school ode to beef. Of course we’ll take that dessert to go. Today you are a man…