I have heard, before, that waiting is the hardest part. I beg to differ.
Waiting sucks, yes. What is worse than waiting, you ask? Well I am here to tell you:
Getting in line at 4:30 in the morning (like a crazy person) so I can be one of the first to register, waiting in that line until 7:30, when the doors finally open, only to find that I had forgotten my birth certificate and passport (which you CANNOT register without at least one of them), calling Justin (16 times) to see if he'd wake up and hurry and bring it to me, but of course he left his phone on vibrate UPSTAIRS, so he was unaware of my panicked state of mind, and then resorting to driving home to get it, and then driving BACK to the venue to get in line again, and finally getting my wristband at 8:15 (after about 2,000 people had already gotten theirs).
But I finally got my stupid wristband.
I needed that beauty sleep.
And I could really use a manicure.