I packed up my little Addison and headed to the train station at 5:30 in the morning so I could be in the city and walk a half dozen blocks to the conference hotel in time for registration to be over. Little did I know the 7-9 registration window would have turned into an all day thing because someone was always sitting at the registration table. But I guess being on time feels good, even if it also makes you feel like you were hit my a Mac Truck!
