Mexico, a gun, and charges?

I thought I'd write a little about our trip to Mexico. Well, it's not really about Mexico (and apparently not that little looking back at what I've written). . .it's more about me trying to board a plane to Mexico with a gun. Ha! It all began with Sister Urquidi throwing me a bridal shower for the ages where she proposed a theme of the five elements (wood, fire, water, earth, and metal). She decorated with Asian lanterns , even hung the tacky red and gold signs that us Asians like to use on every door telling people Asian things like "good fortune" and "much wealth". She had Sampan cater and even asked her Asian niece to aid her in serving and preparing everything. She even had mini-parasols, fortune cookies, Asian fans, and made a menu with an Chinatown-looking font. There was even Asian music to set the mood and she gave a presentation on Feng-shui and traditional Asian weddings dressed in an Asian outfit (I thought she may be even more Asian than my Mom and me). She is such a sweet lady, . . she did all of this and has an auto-immune disease as well. Anyways, (. . . that was a tangent if there ever was one) my Mom's good friend and a lady I used to baby-sit for (three boys that bring memories of wrestling at midnight and hiding their naked brother from me so that he can go run out in the front yard and show everyone his nudie-pride) gave me a gift for each of the elements. Cups for water, a spoon of some sort for wood, a pan for fire, I forgot the earth one, and a miniature cap gun for metal (I assume for threatening John when I really want him to do the dishes or something). I thought is was pretty hilarious so I kept it in my purse. The night before the wedding I threw my purse into my carry-on luggage, being too lazy to individually pick out my wallet and cell phone from the scary mess that had grown inside my purse over the wedding planning months. Thankful to know I had everything I needed we headed to the airport (by way of my best friend and maid of honor Michelle). As we travelled through security they had us stop and asked me if I had a firearm in my luggage. I laughed and the security guard just stared. Within the following five seconds I recognized in his expression him doing a complete scan of my appearance and habits trying to determine how much of a terrorist I was. And within the next five minutes they had run a background search and had asked me quite a few questions (and probably planted undercover agents to watch me as I boarded the plane). Once they realized that it was a cap gun they seemed to get a lot happier. Although I didn't feel too happy when they said they needed to see if they had to press any charges! Yeah, I just had to sign a paper, no jail for Tanya . .. yet.