First of all, traffic moved fast all the way to Temple Square.We were then directed to the parking lot directly west of the Conference Center. This lot was set aside for disabled parking. There were plenty of open spaces. So by 2:30, we were parked. That gave us two hours to get that fifth ticket.
The line for standby tickets was at the flagpole by the Tabernacle, so we hung out there. Spencer had a sign that said, "New Deacon. Need one ticket for Priesthood." While John, Evan, and I waited in the Standby line, David and Spencer went mooching for another ticket. Lo and behold, someone handed Evan a ticket. It was even in the same section. By now it was getting late, about 3:15. By the way, the doors open at 4:30. So we ate our snacks and waited in the shade by the Tabernacle.
At about ten minutes to 4, while David was not with us, Spencer asked, "When can we go home? This is taking a long time."
John and I explained to him that we were going to go into the big building in about half an hour. He seemed surprised to hear that we were going into the big building.
Our tickets said to go to Door 19, but the disabled entrance was Door 20. At 4:15, we went to door twenty and were assured our entire group could use Door 20. At 4:30, we were the first ones in through Door 20. But wait, there's more.
David, and the ushers, asked Spencer if he wanted to sit near the ASL interpreters. He seemed pleased by the prospect and said yes. To keep our group somewhat together, the ushers changed our seating assignments to let David and Spencer sit in the ASL section, which was at the lowest row in the middle level, and John, Evan, and I sat in top row of the lowest level. That is, we were closer. If Spencer had thrown a paper airplane, he could have hit us.
The most impressive moment was when the choir and congregation sand "Ye Elders of Israel." That is over twenty seven thousand male voices singing. That was awesome.
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