I arrived in Portland around 10:30 last night, and took the light rail to the hotel, where there was no reservation for me. Now, I’m certain I sent the email saying, yes, I wanted the hotel room. And I’m *very* certain that the folks at O’Reilly didn’t screw it up. In all the years I’ve been attending O’Reilly conferences, I’ve been very very impressed with how the handle things, and particularly at how they take care of their speakers. So I can only assume that the Red Lion just decided not to book my room, for some inscrutable Red Leonine reason.

Fortunately, they had one room available last night. And I’m confident that Vee can straighten things out. She seems to have a knack for straightening things out.

The clock in my hotel room was off by an hour, so I got to the convention center at 6:3o instead of 7:30. Better early than late.

So, here I sit, in the dark, in my presentation room, waiting for the knowledge-hungry hordes to arrive. I have an ENORMOUS room, which is always a little disconcerting. Particularly since nobody’s here yet.