My nap on the plane didn't last long at all. The commotion of the video games Joe and Kevin were playing kept me from falling asleep. I laid on the couch long enough to pass the time though. Before I knew it, the plane was landing and we were boarding an awaiting shuttle car to take us to our hotel in the city.
"The hotel is on Hyde." Nick gave a MapQuest print out to the driver of the shuttle van. "Nob Hill Hotel." On the paper was a picture of the front of the hotel, directions to get there from the airport and a map. Nick was always well prepared, and always gave paperwork handouts to people he came in contact with.
I was smashed in the back of the van with Joe, our bags at our feet, on our laps, to our sides. The instruments for the concert tomorrow were all in the very back of the van, which was right behind us. Nick and Kevin were sitting in the row of seats in front of us. Their bags and luggage were scattered across their laps and feet too. Thank god the ride to the hotel was going to be quick.
Nob Hill Hotel, a small dainty, yet decent looking sized hotel located on somewhat of a slope in the street. The check in was not long at all. No line in the small lobby, so we were able to receive our door keys and exchange credit card information as quickly as possible. All of our rooms were located on the fifth floor, which was the last floor before the pent house on the sixth floor, the roof. Historical enough, the elevator in the hotel was outdated. Not a luxurious, large elevator, but instead, an elevator that creaked, had a pull shut gate, was very slow, and very small. Only two people at a time could ride the elevator with their bags, so Nick and I went first. Our room number was 515; it was the last room on the left wing of that floor. Joe's room number was 521, located in the center hall of that floor, and Kevin's room was right next door to Joe's, 522.
So far, just from the car ride from the airport to the hotel, I have learned that San Francisco is much like New York, everyone walks from one place to another and the streets are very slanted. They are practically all hills and slopes, it's ridiculous. From just in the hotel alone, I have learned that older elevators are not very big, at all.
