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CONduit: We Arrive
Thursday, May 27, 2004, 11:25 a.m.
Prime Hotel and Convention Center
Salt Lake City Utah
The View from the Tenth Floor
The Zephyr raised Salt Lake City's Amtrak box at one minute before midnight, Wednesday, a mere 40 minutes behind schedule. The plan was to catch a taxi and get ourselves to the Wyndham-that-was up at 215 West South Temple Street. Unfortunately, we didn't see any taxis hanging out at the train station, as they do in so many of the cities we've been in, so the plan became (1) collect the checked bags and (2) badger the poor guy behind the counter in re taxicabs.
Fortunately for him and for us, (2) was not necessary, for who to our bleary eyes should appear as we entered the station but the stalwart and brave Kammi Davis and her sister Jaimee, come to whisk us off to the hotel. This was accomplished after some creative use of the trunk and a little judicious shoving of the baggage. Then we were off through the glittering metropolis of Salt Lake City, Utah, which was all but entirely closed down at just-past-midnight on a weekday. On the way, Kammi explained that taxicabs in Salt Lake City rarely visit the train station, and that most things downtown close around 8 p.m. Huh.
Arrived at the Wyndham-that-was. Check-in was a dream, greatly facilitated by Heidi on the desk. Kammi and Jaimee guided us to our room, and Kammi spent some time trying to explain the Salt Lake City Trax system to two fried brains, before taking her leave with much good cheer.
The room is lovely; spacious and light, with a view of a section of the city and what is perhaps the Temple, but might just as well be the Federal Courthouse. The con has graciously provided flowers, and a fruit basket, Pepsi, bottled water, and a bottle of wine with a variety of cheeses in the fridge, which is really very nice of them. Pretty flowers -- all colors of carnation with baby breath and ferns, and the fruit basket is very tempting.
Alone in our room -- a room that didn't move! -- we flipped for first shower (Steve won), unpacked, sipped a glass of wine, nibbled some cheese and fell into bed, exhausted but
clean, at 2:30 a.m. SLC time.
At 8:30 a.m., Housekeeping knocked on our door, wanting to do up the room. In our exhaustion we had failed to notice that the all-important Do Not Disturb sign was missing not only from the doorknob, but from the entire room. Steve explained to the lady that we had gotten in very late and wanted to sleep. She apologized and moved on to her next room. We went back to sleep.
At 9:15 a.m., Housekeeping again knocked on the door. Steve had the almost-identical conversation with a different lady, who apologized and went away. He came back to bed, and we both lay there, waiting for the next knock at the door. At 9:30, we conceded defeat, got up, dressed, and descended upon the in-house restaurant, a Shula's without a single television set! -- where we broke our fast. The coffee was very good. The less said about the extruded bagel-like product, the better. Steve seemed happy with his eggs-over-easy and I snabbled some of his whole wheat toast. We're now back in the room -- ironically yet to be made up -- briefly, plans are for a brief tour of the neighborhood, lunch, a conversation with the concierge about how to acquire a taxi to take us to the library gig tonight. And a nap. Definitely, a nap.
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Here ends those bits of the trip report which were written on the road. Con report follows -- tomorrow, more like.
Prime Hotel and Convention Center
Salt Lake City Utah
The View from the Tenth Floor
The Zephyr raised Salt Lake City's Amtrak box at one minute before midnight, Wednesday, a mere 40 minutes behind schedule. The plan was to catch a taxi and get ourselves to the Wyndham-that-was up at 215 West South Temple Street. Unfortunately, we didn't see any taxis hanging out at the train station, as they do in so many of the cities we've been in, so the plan became (1) collect the checked bags and (2) badger the poor guy behind the counter in re taxicabs.
Fortunately for him and for us, (2) was not necessary, for who to our bleary eyes should appear as we entered the station but the stalwart and brave Kammi Davis and her sister Jaimee, come to whisk us off to the hotel. This was accomplished after some creative use of the trunk and a little judicious shoving of the baggage. Then we were off through the glittering metropolis of Salt Lake City, Utah, which was all but entirely closed down at just-past-midnight on a weekday. On the way, Kammi explained that taxicabs in Salt Lake City rarely visit the train station, and that most things downtown close around 8 p.m. Huh.
Arrived at the Wyndham-that-was. Check-in was a dream, greatly facilitated by Heidi on the desk. Kammi and Jaimee guided us to our room, and Kammi spent some time trying to explain the Salt Lake City Trax system to two fried brains, before taking her leave with much good cheer.
The room is lovely; spacious and light, with a view of a section of the city and what is perhaps the Temple, but might just as well be the Federal Courthouse. The con has graciously provided flowers, and a fruit basket, Pepsi, bottled water, and a bottle of wine with a variety of cheeses in the fridge, which is really very nice of them. Pretty flowers -- all colors of carnation with baby breath and ferns, and the fruit basket is very tempting.
Alone in our room -- a room that didn't move! -- we flipped for first shower (Steve won), unpacked, sipped a glass of wine, nibbled some cheese and fell into bed, exhausted but
clean, at 2:30 a.m. SLC time.
At 8:30 a.m., Housekeeping knocked on our door, wanting to do up the room. In our exhaustion we had failed to notice that the all-important Do Not Disturb sign was missing not only from the doorknob, but from the entire room. Steve explained to the lady that we had gotten in very late and wanted to sleep. She apologized and moved on to her next room. We went back to sleep.
At 9:15 a.m., Housekeeping again knocked on the door. Steve had the almost-identical conversation with a different lady, who apologized and went away. He came back to bed, and we both lay there, waiting for the next knock at the door. At 9:30, we conceded defeat, got up, dressed, and descended upon the in-house restaurant, a Shula's without a single television set! -- where we broke our fast. The coffee was very good. The less said about the extruded bagel-like product, the better. Steve seemed happy with his eggs-over-easy and I snabbled some of his whole wheat toast. We're now back in the room -- ironically yet to be made up -- briefly, plans are for a brief tour of the neighborhood, lunch, a conversation with the concierge about how to acquire a taxi to take us to the library gig tonight. And a nap. Definitely, a nap.
Here ends those bits of the trip report which were written on the road. Con report follows -- tomorrow, more like.
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