You can prepare all of the stories you want. But in a big, crazy, spread out Democratic National Convention like this, it's about going with the flow.

I had an interview for another story at 11 a.m., so I tagged along with another reporter to the Florida delegate breakfast.

The first speaker was Sen. Chris Murphy of Connecticut. As I was handing my card to his helper, the most hated woman of the hour, Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz ducked around, ran up the dais steps and sat down.

She was here, and not everyone was happy.

It's tough to tell just who is shouting what in the middle of a mass shouting event. It seems like the room was divided between angry Bernie Sanders supporters and supportive Hillary Clinton delegates. I was about 6 feet from the former DNC chairwoman, and even with a mic, I barely made out what she said.

At one point I seriously feared a few punches would be thrown, but it never came to blows — which is good, because as close as I was, and with my luck, I probably would have gotten the shiner.

At the elevator were a couple of young ladies. We said hi. The slim lady in shorts asked me how it was going. I sighed. Already tired. She nodded back. I asked who she supported; she said Sanders.

As I am about to step on my elevator, someone addresses her as actress Shailene Woodley.

What?!

I whirl around, click, miss my elevator — but got the pic.

Then I ran over to Independence Hall for a story on the Founding Fathers. On the way back, I saw The Daily Show's Trevor Noah about to go on MSNBC. So I hang out, and there he is, but more importantly — there his producer is. I scored a business card, maybe an interview later and some great pictures -- much better than the one got of him at dinner Saturday.

The Pennsylvania Convention Center is where caucus and council meetings and briefings are being held. I went there to just look around, but as I stepped off the escalator, someone waved me in one direction: "Bernie Sanders, ballroom A."

Well. OK, then.

Next, I was carried by a wave of Sanders supporters through a hall into a huge lobby, where people are waiting to ride escalators. But where do media go?

"Just wait a sec," a guard said. A few moments later, I was waved up the escalator and into the ballroom. People were supposed to be sitting down. Pshaw. The Sanders delegates there had too much energy to sit.

So I stood in the middle of a crowd, as close as I could get. Hip hop artist Killer Mike talked, then former NAACP Chairman Ben Jealous. Actress Rosario Dawson took the stand.

And then the man of the hour.

Oh how they cheered. I feared I'd drop the camera as we all jostled, arms in the air, trying to get our shots.

Then they angrily screamed and chanted as Sanders asked them to support Clinton. "Rescind your endorsement!" "Fight them Bernie, fight them!"

As Sanders finished, I pushed to the front to catch up to him, but he was gone. I chatted with Dawson and saw actor Danny Glover.

So the lesson here: If you're coming to something like this, keep your eyes open and just ride the wave.

On Tuesday, we'll talk to Orlando food writer and Sanders delegate Ricky Ly as he takes in some Philly flavor. After that, who knows?