by Paul Kramer
It was 5:59pm in Montclair, NJ. I sat at a table in the back of the local Starbucks, one eye on my laptop, one eye on my phone's clock, finger poised over the trackpad, cursor positioned over the REGISTER button.
At exactly 6hr 00min 00sec pm—midnight in Paris, the 10th of February tumbling into the 11th—I softly tapped on the pad, tripping a cascade of screens and metadata fields and buttons and decisions. When it was all over, and the pounding from my racing heart subsided, four minutes had passed—and the waiting that had gone on for months was over. I was IN!
At exactly 6hr 00min 00sec pm—midnight in Paris, the 10th of February tumbling into the 11th—I softly tapped on the pad, tripping a cascade of screens and metadata fields and buttons and decisions. When it was all over, and the pounding from my racing heart subsided, four minutes had passed—and the waiting that had gone on for months was over. I was IN!
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