Debalic, yay!
Nobby, my heart is broken.
I know your heart belongs to Nadenu and all, but I was looking forward to booing your bad jokes and reminding you that you don't sound like Alan Rickman at all.
As far as I can tell, I'm going to be the first arrival. I'll try to find something to do until I can check into the hotel.
My coworker suggested I make a banner for the hotel lobby out of glitter and macaroni noodles that points everyone to our room for the pre-dinner round-up. Don't expect it.
If you see some lady with dark hair and glasses, dozing in one of the lobby chairs, drooling a bit, introduce yourself to me (after waking me up).