Is killing me. (Maybe it should be "Anticipation killed the cat?")
This morning, at 10 am my time, registration opens for the classes at Sock Summit. If I am feeling this level of anticipation (and a little bit of anxiety: will I get any of the classes I want? will I even be able to get into the sock hop, or will I be the only dork sitting in the lobby?)(yes, I was a geek in high school, why do you ask?), I can only imagine how Stephanie and Tina are feeling as they watch the clock count down and wonder whether their server will survive the initial onslaught. All I can say is, they've clearly done everything humanly possible to get ready for that first ten minutes; my hat goes off to them.
The registration instruction page says to have your first, second, and third choices of classes ready, as well as your cup of coffee, since you get fifteen minutes from first initiating your session to losing the classes in your cart. I think I'm ready.
List? Check. Back-up list? Check. Cup of coffee? Check. Book by Hortense Powdermaker (honestly, I couldn't make this stuff up) to read in the meantime? Check.
Anyone else out there registering this morning?