Finally ventured into the spaceship that is the Pepsi Center auditorium.
The flashing circle of red and blue light does give it the feel as if you're in a Steven Spielberg movie set.
The floor arena is filled with delegates sectioned off according to their respective states each with a large pole bearing their name.
After Joe Biden got the nod to be the VP nominee, his home state of Delaware has the privileged position in front of the speaker's podium.
Speakers come and speakers go but to be honest few of the delegates seem to be paying much attention as they are partying down at the front as a funk band plays a catchy medley. One woman with what appears to be a bright pink flamingo on her head is having a whale of a time, trying to play volleyball with her cavorting chums.
Occasionally, when a new speaker gets up there's a flurry of music from the resident band a la David Letterman.
Halfway up the arena is a row of illuminated TV studios all pumping out commentary and news hour after hour. There is NBC, ABC, CNN, Fox and the dear old BBC whose booth appears barely a quarter of the size of some of the others.
Large screens hang down the ceiling giving those who have a restricted view of the podium access to the speaker. But few appear to be paying any attention. The only time the partying stops is when someone declares: "Barack Obama is the change we need," and then there's whooping and cheering.
The Pepsi Center is teeming with people inside the auditorium and out. In the corridors outside there are all manner of eateries selling everything from ice cream to hot dogs to chilli burgers.
On one level there is row upon row of radio hacks interviewing anyone they can get their hands on.
Outside is media city. Apart from the TV giants which have their own dedicated buildings - CNN dominates at the entrance with a square building emblazoned with the huge slogan CNN = Politics.
Quaintly, each major TV and newspaper appears to have their own fleet of golf buggies zig-zagging across the plaza, carrying VIP anchors and editors.
Just before I finally get back to my humble spot in a tent full of writers, I stumble across a crowd of TV cameras and eager-looking delegates.
It's an earnest-looking young man talking about the economy and the environment. Hmmm, looks familiar.
Cranking my head to see what all the fuss is about, I realise he's an Obama lookalike.
Funny the reporters seem to be taking him as seriously as if he was the real McCoy. I suppose for now he'll have to do.