So I'm up in the Octagon. Not a lot of elbow room in there. I'm pretty beat and dehydrated. Need some sustenance. Meanwhile there is some old lady in a wacky lycra getup just standing there literally IN the turnstile to the cafeteria, gabbing obliviously with a friend. No access to food. I'm waiting patiently. Maybe not that patiently. Does she think she owns the place? Now, thanks to Phil's pics, I know who it was. Celebrities. Sheesh.