Conventions really are about the only time I even come close to being a morning person, and then only because I have to.

But seriously, early morning is about the only time when you really have a shot at the game you actually want to play.

(Historical Notes: The flip side to this strategy, of course, is that half the stuff that got broken while all the drunks were up playing all night still hasn’t gotten fixed yet at this point.  That’s especially bad when you wanna play pinball, since half of those break down when somebody sneezes too hard.)