Getting to YAPC is always a clockwise Mongolian clusterfuck of epic proportions. This year was no different. Delayed in Denver, missed connection in Chicago, was originally arriving at 8pm, arrived at midnight, got to sleep around 2 or 2:30. Oh, and got up and walked to YAPC at 6:30 because I screwed up the timezones.
All with child and pregnant wife.
Man, does it feel good to be here! Montreal is a pretty cool city. It reminds me in equal parts of San Francisco and Atlanta--same mix of old with new, same aesthetic (only here it's less about being gay and more about being French).
Registration is chaos--no powerstrip, one hub, table with badge holders, lanyards, etc. People periodically wandering through trying to register. "Kevin's not here yet with the badge cards" is heard about once every 2 minutes.
Viva las YAPC!
--Nat
