He offered me an invitation to the Blogger Weekend with Todd Jarrett at Blackwater.
I said "Yes, please. I would like that ever so much."
I was terribly confused. I feel like Charlie--all the golden tickets had already been found, hadn't they? This isn't really even a gun blog, technically, and I wasn't even on the ballot. What the hell?
I had forgotten that they also drew one lucky voter's name.
But that guy didn't want to take off work and travel from Illinois, so they drew again . . . . and the next guy in line was . . . . me.
I'm going to train at Blackwater. I'm going to learn from Todd Jarrett. I'm going to meet Tamara and David Hardy and Robb Allen in person. If all this sounds a little manic, that's because that's how I feel right now.