Of course, there are more guns than I can shake a (brand-new) stick at, but the real draw to this thing is the people-watching.
Are there a bunch of Caucasian people here? Oh, hell yes. There are also a heck of a lot of people who aren't melanin-deficient wandering around.
Men, women, children, walking around, gaping, laughing, chattering, gossiping, having a really good time.
Quote of the moment:
Phlegmmy: I just saw a t-shirt that says, "Don't bring skittles to a gun-fight."
Stunned silence and disbelief around the table, finally broken by AD snarking, "No matter what velocity the unicorn is pooping them at."
And I've been promised hippies.
Back in a bit.