Not only does Google/Vanity Fair party make you go to the Ritz-Carlton to pick up your tickets (in accordance with the email equivalent of a clipboard-wielding velvet rope body-blocker) — they make you line up for them. This is the line.

They are, at least, serving water to thirsty line-standers. That wasn't enough to keep us there, since we have stuff to do today, presumably like most people who flew to Denver specifically for the Convention. Also, lines...