Just sitting in the lobby of the San Jose Hilton, waiting for something to happen. Everything’s done, and I’m borrowing the wifi signal of the City Bar and Grill, where I just finished my breakfast. And at $15.95 for breakfast, I think I’m entitled to leech off their wifi for a few hours.
I’m deciding how to proceed at this point. I could catch a bus up to SF, where the next leg of my trip lies. Or, I could get a cab or a limo, but it all sounds pretty expensive. The other option is to get a series of shuttles: from the hotel to the San Jose airport, and then to the SFO airport, and cab it from there. Further checking suggests that this would be both expensive and time-consuming. My brother’s working today, otherwise, he’d drive down and pick me up directly. I don’t want to put him out, but it would be nice to see him early. Perhaps the best option is to rent a car for a day, then drop it off in SF and get a cab to my hotel.
I’m booked in at the Miyako, in Japan Town. Interesting coincidence: one of our partners lived in the Miyako when she was married to the owner. She says it’s a nice place, and I can’t wait to see it. Apparently I’ve booked a room with an extra deep tub for herbal baths. Going to give that a try the moment I get in.
With a generous application of Vicks NyQuil I’m doing much better this morning. The cold is gone, but my voice is still a little husky.
We had tickets to the Sharks-Red Wings game last night. I was rooting for the Red Wings, despite wearing the Sharks’ colours, and they ended up winning in a fairly exciting game. The Sharks crapped out by the third period, and ended up pulling their goalie for the final couple of minutes. The whole experience seemed a lot more visceral, and the fights (at least 3 fights in this game) were a lot more real; more vicious, and more contextually relevant. You saw retaliation for actions taken immediately earlier, and it made a lot more sense when you were present as a spectator.
Waiting in a hotel lobby
