It s not looking good ladies and gentleman. I ve managed to suck down three tiny hotdogs in buns and two hamburgers loaded with cheese and onions and still no Joel sighting. I lost him at check-in, where I breezed through and he seemed to be in a deep, philosophical discussion with an uncaring receptionist-type.

The pre-presser is pretty cool, a sea of blue tables and white umbrellas are spread out next to stage 30. Nearby, a giant umbrella covers an eclectic mix of munchies. Besides the aforementioned hot dogs and hamburgers, I spotted mini-donuts, ice cream, churros, wraps and boxes of take-out with chopsticks jutting from them.

Still no hint on what we will see behind the closed doors once we are all fat and happy. I did notice a conspicuous absence of alcohol. Sony's gotta be showing off some good stuff or they d be trying to get us drunk by now.