Guys with Guns
A Medley of Nights of Fun!

	April 2, 2011 Gals and BACON	August 7, 2010 Shirts, Shoots and Significant Others	April 17, 2010 Goodbye to Mike	April 4, 2009 Guys with Guns and Hot Dogs
October 18, 2008 GWG and Scientist	June 14, 2008 GWG and Mentos	August 25, 2007 GWG and Dave and Larry	July 7, 2007 GWG and the only time in history!	July 15, 2006
December 3, 2005 Guys without Guns and Christmas Carols.	November 11, 2005 GWG and Significant Others	September 10, 2005 GWG and Blood!	July 9, 2005 GWG and Gal	May 21, 2005 GWG and Texans
October 9, 2004 GWG and Poetry	May 22, 2004 GWG and Trucks	September 25, 2003 GWG and Roses	September 14, 2002 GWG and Motorcycle	June 8, 2002 The First Official GWG

 

This is the "Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth" about the origins of "Guys with Guns". We're not completely sure about how this tradition began. The first unrecorded incident of a gathering at Marc Rossi's house was in mid 2000 when Tom, Marc, Herm and Nowell convened to smoke a few cigars, drink some booze and shoot the shit.

The first Guys with Guns evening as it has existed in its present form was held on June 8, 2002, when we did all the above and added shooting the only pellet pistol we owned, a Crosman copy of a Model 1911 .45 Auto. Ernie, Nowell, Perry, Karl, Marc and Herm were the stake holders. The group, formed by Marc and Nowell, has a semblance of fixed form but not really. The only members present at every one is Marc and Nowell. Until he died, Mike was at every one after the third.

Marc's place is perfect for these events. He was (until recently) without female adult supervision, lives in an isolated region of civilization, has a wide variety of alcoholic spirits, an inventive mind, a willingness to be led to the slaughter of morality and civility, and he possesses a wide circle of friends who willingly join him in the trek toward debauchery and moral decay. In short, he is the perfect guy to know if you want to have some fun.

The core group, Marc, Nowell and Herm, have served as the catalyst for what has become one of the most sought after invitations to a social event in San Diego, the "Guys with Guns and..." night. Here, in relative safety, we escape our fetters, shackles and wives to enjoy the things that fetters, shackles and wives disapprove of; guns, cigars, strong drink, dirty jokes, ridicule, political incorrectness and generally anything else that degenerates like us can think of or concoct.

Each event has an overarching theme that is not (usually) planned in advance. Yes, the broad strokes are painted but the details evolve as participants bring their skills to the table. The food is diverse and the liquor tends to be Port, Scotch or both (usually, both). Cigars are supplied by the most capable but many tend to bring their interpretation of what a fine cigar should be but usually is not. We discourage their participation in this process but they don't usually cooperate and bring crappy cigars anyway. (This is met with an unrelenting and politically incorrect commentary by the purveyor of really good cigars... me. I’m a real shit when it comes to bad cigars. Life is way too short to drink bad scotch or smoke bad cigars.)