It all started when they announced that they had some conference tickets available in our ward this time around. Usually, we don't get them. We don't ask for them, and we definitely don't get them. We always let other people, people with greater need to strengthen their faith and such, get the few measly tickets that our ward ever gets, even when Kerry was in the Bishopric for 7 years straight.
I didn't really think anything of it when Bro. Simpson announced it on Sunday. (I guess I should call him Bishop, because he once was one, but right now he's a counselor in the Bishopric, so I don't want to confuse anyone.)
Then, Emily said, hey, she would be playing at a marching band competition in the Riverton area on Saturday, and if we came and picked her up and got a hotel room, we could stay there and go to conference on Sunday morning. Then, I wanted those tickets.
But I was patient. I waited clear until the end of Sunday School in case some people who had never been to conference before, ever, wanted them. I have only been to conference once, and it was with tickets I scrounged up on my missionary moms list, from a lady from Canada I met in a hotel lobby. And then, we've been to a few memorable concerts at that Conference Center: David Archuleta, James Taylor...I guess I haven't been really unfortunate.
So after Sunday School I asked the Bishop if anyone had spoken for the tickets. He said I could have them, nobody else mentioned wanting them. And so that is how I came to need a hotel room in Salt Lake City during Conference weekend.
Well, we already know from the Pugmires who have a General Authority in the family now, that the Marriott downtown is all booked up by the church for the general authorities. So don't even try that one.
I decided we wanted to be downtown, so we could get there early, and that is how I came to find that the Embassy Suites is now the Doubletree Suites, and the price is right. Free parking. I remember that we stayed there once, but I couldn't remember why. I remember that Adam had a key card from that stay, and he used it once to sleep in the lobby when he got stranded somehow in Salt Lake during his freshman year in college.
Suddenly, I remembered how and why it was we came to stay there once with all of our little kids.
The night before we dropped Adam off at BYU, we had a ward outing to the Martin Harris pageant in Clarkston, Utah or some such town. I remember that we had our big, shiny, dark blue Suburban, packed with 6 kids and all of Adam's college stuff. It seems that Kerry was out of town on business, but he was flying into SLC instead of all the way home to IF so that we could pick him up at the airport after the Martin Harris thing. And since it was late at night after that pageant, (during which Adam actually left and drove into Logan to see Marques and Matt) we met Kerry in SLC. He just met us at the hotel, taking a shuttle from the airport, which might be why we stayed at that hotel...they had airport shuttles.
Then the next day we had a lovely hot, cooked breakfast, drove to Provo, dropped off Adam, found out that the other kid from Blackfoot at BYU was on his same floor at DT, and then headed for home.
Long story, I know, but it's been 6 months since I blogged. Looking forward to staying once again in the Embassy suites, going to conference, and having a nice memory of a momentous trip that seems really long ago.
In other news, we fed the missionaries last night. Just when I thought one of them looked like Doug, we found out that he is actually going to Argentina, just hanging out in Pocatello while he waits for a visa. The other one is from Maui. The one going to Argentina is from Herriman, Utah, roughly where Emily will be marching on Saturday. He said the chicken enchiladas were just like his mom makes, and reminded him of home. Naturally, I found him on facebook. His mom seems nice.
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