Finally, Elizabeth found a number that worked and told them I had arrived and was looking for them.
There was a parking lot called "Shared Vans" that held about fifty limos and vans. That was where mine was supposed to be. No one greeted me with a sign.
So, as I walked into the lot, I started shouting at the top of my lungs.
"Anyone here going to the Kendall Hotel? "
The limo guys all dressed in their prim suits smiled.
"Anyone WANT to go to the Kendall?
And slowly the driver found me.
He knew me by name after Elizabeth's call.
Off we went.
At the hotel I caught up a bit, showered, changed clothes, and off we went to Dana's birthday party which was ironically held in a Spanish tapas bar near the hotel.