Talking Drupal

The Night Before DrupalCon   Twas the night before DrupalCon When all through the hotel, Not a developer was coding, not even Crell The Coffee Mugs were placed by the laptops with care, In hopes that our Dries, soon would be there The speakers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Drupal 8 RC danced in their heads and my boss in his t-shirt and I in mine too just sat down to the bar to throw back a brew When out in the hall there arose such a clatter I  sprang from my stool to see what was the matter, out to the hall I stumbled and fell, tore up my new DrupalCon t-shirt and and exclaimed “oh hell” When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a bright yellow taxi driven by a man with a beard, with a spiky haired passenger wearing glasses and jeans I knew in a moment it must be Dries  More rapid than Varnish his contributors they came. and he commented, and messaged and called them by name: Now JJeff! now Quicksketch now Webchick and Nicxvan On MerlinofChaos On Stella On KarenS and Eaton!