As Mimi would have it. Me, I have my plane and reunion tickets, and confirmation of a car rental. What I don't have is a confirmation number for the Suburban. The rather gruff young woman who took my reservation a month or so ago said I didn't need one. She just needed my credit card number.
So, in my not so wild flights of fancy, I picture the Suburban disclaiming all knowledge of ever having a reservation for me, and of me sleeping here: