Well, maybe they weren't the "best-laid"; maybe they were only the "okay-laid", but they were definitely "plans". Or at least "plan-like".
Anyhow, yesterday at the little opening dinner put on by Danner, a thought occurred to me...
"I should find somebody who's a total gamer and just pick their brain for suggestions and that should be good for a few places in the standings over last year's dismal performance," said my brain.
"Hi, Caleb!" said my mouth.
Caleb suggested that even though we weren't shooting that night, unlike most of the media who would be shooting with the ROs, we should ride along out to the range and walk some stages and watch other people shoot, rather than going back to hotel rooms and getting shut-eye.
"That is so completely gamerfag that I never would have thought of it in a million years," said my brain.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" said my mouth.
So I tagged along out to the range with Caleb and Shelley. Surely somebody else out here would be calling it an evening early and we could just catch a ride back to the resort with them instead of having to wait for the bus, which wouldn't be headed back until the night's shooting was done at 0300 local.
Were I able to draw, here is where I'd put the little stick figure labelled "plan" and the big speeding semi truck labelled "reality".
Anyhow, although valuable intel was gleaned and I already have a few stage plans, or at least fragments thereof, forming in my mind, we didn't get back to the rooms until after 0530 local. I'd been awake since 0500 EDT the previous day, and on four hours sleep to boot.
I just got another five, but my body won't let me sleep past what it thinks is one in the afternoon, no way, no how.
I would do bad, bad things for a really tall cup of coffee right now.