I concealed carried my 1911 yesterday.
It was a long drive from Atlanta to Beaumont, TX, but we wanted to walk to the restaurant from the hotel. Not being sure what the neighborhood was like, I looped up the holster and carried. Some thoughts:
1. The holster blows chunks. The damn thing rode down in my trousers. Bah. I'm calling Dennis from Dragon Leather Works, who has all sorts of good stuff (and I like to do business with folks I know, thank you very much).
2. Glad I didn't have a round in the chamber. Even though the safety seems entirely reliable, the stupid holster did make my ass look fat, and that's not good. I suspect I'll want a round in the chamber once I have a decent holster.
3. I wanted to order a beer (after the 12 hour drive, see), but couldn't remember Texas' CCW laws. CCW Uncertainty FAIL. I think it's similar to driving - don't get drunk, duh (Texas sanity FTW). But I couldn't remember (Uncertainty FAIL), so no beer.
4. Chicken Fried Steak is a guilty pleasure. And I think that in Texas, you don't have to feel guilty about it. Texas FTW!
5. Beer and blogging in hotelroom after long drive, also FTW.
One thing that is a cold, dead certainty: the air smells entirely of freedom here.