We went to Salt Lake City.
And what good luck, it is the home of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, which is one of my favorite music groups!
But what bad luck, I forgot about this until we arrived, limiting the reasons for our passing through to coincide with them singing. (Yes, fandom is not my strong point).
But what good luck, they were holding one of their biggest annual concerts that night! (Possibly resolving the question of who booked out practically every hotel room in the city.)
But what bad luck, all the tickets to the concert were already sold out.
But what good luck, the internet said that people who stand by the correct entrance at the correct time may be given a standby ticket anyway.
But what bad luck, the correct time was right in the middle of the SSC meetup S has scheduled. (He had also scheduled it in a coffee shop, apparently making a controversial statement in this town. I am glad he doesn’t put too much research into scheduling meetups.)
But what good luck, S pointed out that I am a reasonable person, and therefore should try to go to the performance of one of my favorite groups, even if it means limiting my participation in an SSC meetup.
And what good luck, I was convinced.
And what good luck, I did not accept my Uber driver’s advances on behalf of his son, and run away to be the wife of a very nice, very employed Salt Lake City man.
And what good luck, I was given a ticket!
And what good luck, the ticket was good!
And what entirely neutral luck, the music was good! Not as good as I expected, because choice of songs matters a lot to me, and ‘concert’ means you don’t get that. But still good.
And what good luck, I was sitting next to some very nice Mormons (ok, that didn’t require any luck) and they told me about policy issues in the church and bureaucracy scale in the church and what being a missionary was like for them, and what being a missionary would be like in an ideal world.
They also told me that I should say I have been to the ‘MoTab’ if I want to seem like a knowledgeable MoTab fan.
They also took my photo, with about a tenth of the audience and an organ that has 7,708 pipes and its own Wikipedia page:
