Tonight, my friends Kyle and Becky were to meet me for dinner. Yes, the Becky and Kyle of the April wedding.
Anyway, Becky called while they were en route to my hotel.
Becky: Okay, girl, you’re at the Hilton, right?
Janie: Yes. Just north of 30 on 360 in Arlington.
Becky: Okay, we’ll be there in a minute.
10 minutes later...
Becky: Hey, I just wanted to check. You're at the Hilton right by the Saltgrass, right?
Janie: Yes. It's right across the street from me. Are you here?
Becky: Yes, we’re pulling into the parking lot now.
Janie: Can you see a yellow Dodge just like yours? There’s one in the parking lot.
Janie: Okay, you’re here, then. I’ll see you in a bit.
5 minutes later...
Becky: Okay, we’re inside, at the bar.
Janie: Y’all wanna come up? I’m in 704.
Becky: Nah, Kyle just ordered a drink. Finish your e-mails and we’ll see you in a minute.
3 minutes later, I grab my keys, and head down. Straight to the bar, I go. No Becky. No Kyle. So, I saunter over to the hotel restaurant. They’re not there, either.
I call Becky back.
Janie: Hey, Blondie, I can’t find y’all, where are you?
Becky: We’re at the bar of the Hilton.
Janie: Are there two bars here?
Becky: (Pause) I don’t think so, it doesn’t look big enough.
At this point, the concierge notes the puzzled look on my face, and asks if I need help.
I inquire as to the proximity of the next closest Hilton. Answer? It’s almost one block east, next to the Saltgrass.
I’m across the street from the Saltgrass.
Why on earth would they put two Hiltons less than a block apart?
I found them...at the bar of the Hilton Garden Inn. Less than one block away. The only yellow Dodge in the parking lot was theirs. And the Hilton Garden Inn? Only had 4 floors, so if they'd tried to come up to my room, they would have figured it out earlier. Who knew?