The Fairmont is a historic hotel which has seen every President since Taft. Completed just after the great 1906 earthquake and fire, it sits atop Nob Hill like an elegant Queen.
Once things were set up, it was time to get some food since neither Robb's boss nor we had had anything to eat all day. The sandwich shop downstairs was closed, so we had to eat in the hotel restaurant. We found ourselves at a tiny little table because I'm sure the host had no idea how hungry we all were. Robb and I ordered soup and split a skewer of chicken with figs. Of course it was lovely....china, linens, flatware, setting...Which is why is was so funny that I received this text from Mattie while sitting with my elegant lunch...."MOM! WHERE IS THE PLUNGER???" Just so I stayed grounded, you know.
Once the evening wore on, the conference admins became pretty aware of who was wearing an official badge or not, so I couldn't get back into the crowded room, where Tony Bennett had left a time capsule of his personal things in the stage. I was happy to go exploring.
From this elegant shop, I wandered to the opposite hall, which was a gallery of the history of the hotel. I learned much in the next 45 minutes of reading....which I would never have gotten the chance to do were it not for my wait.
And then it was time for another first. With another 2 hours to kill, I went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine all by myself. It helped pass the time considerably. And it gave me the courage to walk up to the lady at the door of the conference room and ask if I might have a word with my husband inside. She let me in.
5 comments:
what a wonderful trip!!! I almost feel like saying "Congratulations" like you just got married or had a baby or something...
I think the phrase you are searching for is...
"Welcome back from the dead."
The kids said I came back "fun."
You're awesome sis.
Your trip looks wonderful. I want a trip like that :-)
i LOVE San Francisco...i go every chance i get...it's just so exPLORable!
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