arriving at worlds

Well, I know it's a little belated, but I thought I would post about some of our experiences at world finals.
O wow, there's a lot.
When we first got there, we discovered that you had to use a card key to do anything. So after we get the keys, but before they were distributed, we got in the elevator only to discover that you needed a card key to push any of the buttons. Unfortunately, the doors had already shut and the card keys were with the coach who was outside the elevator. so some poor kid on the fifth floor calls the elevator, and when it arrives, there we are, jammed tight into it. so then it goes back down to the first floor, where we frantically tell the coach (before the doors close) "Give us the keys!" and she does. Unfortunately, we weren't specific enough and the keys she gave us were the regular keys for our doors. So then, we get called up to the fifth floor again, and that same poor kid is standing there. then, we decide to get off on the next floor we go to, no matter what floor it may be. it turns out to be the second floor, and we think "Thank goodness, it's our floor" and we get off. Well, the coach had apparently gone up to this floor and pushed the call button, which was why we stopped there; but after doing that she went down to the first floor; so we had to send someone after her.
This whole experience would have been much less stressful except that we had all been up since 4:00AM, since we had a 5:30 flight; and so we were all sleep deprived (and I had not gone to bed the previous night, and so had been up for 24 hours).
and this is when we've been there for less than 20 minutes.
-bob