Sunday, September 25, 2011

Paging Sargent Rage Face

The conversation had fallen back into an easy rhythm as we returned to our hotel room. Quickly retrieving both treats and pajamas; it would seem that my friends and I were eager to make the remaining (late) hours comfortable. It was time to settle in. The spacious suite offered us several options: overstuffed arm chairs, a cozy couch and padded window seats. As for me, I was the first to opt for a spot in front of the fire place.

Our afternoon of shopping at the Park City outlets was followed by dinner at Bandits, a restaurant located on Main street. And how, dear reader, is it that I haven't taken note of the incredible charm that is Park City? Each of our outings had been accompanied by a steady stream of,

"Hey! Do you remember when..."

"Are you even kidding me?!"

"Wait, when did that happen?"

And the annoying request of, "Um guys. Can y'all stop for another picture?"

Most topics were met with joy (some with regret) as we took our time reflecting, laughing and listening. In the entry way of stores, we unintentionally clogged the passage for other customers as we'd get lost in a memory or as we paused to share a new detail from our present life.

It was at dinner when I received my first call from home.

Having finally found the courage to spend a night away from my children (with the exception of my stays at the hospital following the birth of a subsequent child), I excused myself to the ladies room where I sang Eliza and Henry their bedtime lullaby. Without shame, I welcomed the loud echo as I sang the words, "I have a family, here on earth..." Receiving Andrew's continued reassurance that all was truly well at home, I took a deep breath and told myself that having fun with my friends, many of whom I hadn't seen in over five years, was okay.

The merriment continued well into the night. How ironic to think that the one night we could guarantee a night void of child related interruptions, we happily opted to squander those precious hours of sleep to keep the dialogue and (gasp!) 'confessions' flowing. Midnight passes without any thought of going to bed. To be honest, I don't think that anyone is paying much attention to the clock until suddenly,

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" A furious pounding erupts outside our door. Our expressions of shock mirror one another as instinct begs us to shut our mouths.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" Sheena bravely approaches the door. Without a word, she fastens each lock until we are secure. Returning back to the group, most of us retreat to the back corner of a bedroom in search of the phone.

"How do I call security?" Brittany's mind has gone blank. Taking initiative, Laura commands her to move. Angela remains on the couch, taking in the silent chaos that has erupted around her.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" Why hasn't the man, who we know is completely dressed in black, identified himself at all? Not a single request has been made, but the emotion behind his incessant knocking clearly indicates that he is impatient. While Laura demands that the front desk sends security to our room immediately, Angela addresses the stranger at our door.

"Is there something we can do for you?"

"Open the door." He is mad.

"We will not be opening the door" (... seriously?!) He pounds again as he repeats,

"OPEN THE DOOR!" Maintaining her bravery, she responds,

"We can talk with the door closed." And then comes the threat.

"If you will not open the door, I will open it for you." He sounds serious and I feel grateful that my kids are no where near this scene. A higher level of concern fills Angela as she flees the couch and into the room with the phone. She reiterates his threat to Laura who relays this new detail to the operator at the front desk. Surprisingly, Laura is informed:

"That is security at your door. A noise complaint against you has been made." Excuse us, what? Articulating all of our thoughts perfectly Laura replies,

"His behavior is COMPLETELY inappropriate. He did not identify who he was nor that a noise complaint has even been made." And in all honesty, if he was on a mission to shush us on behalf of other guests, then why was he:

A) Yelling like a crazy person.
B) Pounding that loudly on the door.

No doubt, we had been loud. Could they not have rang the telly and asked us to be quiet before sending Sargent Rage Face to our door? After hearing the front desk speaking to him on his radio, we finally believe that he is legitimately employed but that didn't do much to lessen our anger or distress.

I'll conclude by saying that when it came time for us to walk Lindsey to her car as she had to return to Salt Lake that night (read: 2:30 a.m.), one of us (Sheena) was most definitely armed with a (kitchen) knife.

It was CRAZY. Even so, it didn't so much as cloud our evening. It would take a lot more than that looney toon to taint our night of laughter and unrestrained female emotion.

As for the 'who, what, where, and when'

Who was there:
(Lindsay, Angela, Brittany, Sheena and
the girl with the awkward sweater/dress combo!)

Who am I missing? Oh that's right. Our saucy photographer:
Laura.I have loved Laura since the 7th grade.

What we did:
We talked, shopped and ate food.
That's the girl formula for pure awesome.

Lucky for us,
Mindy and Whitney
were there for the shopping trip.
When I grow up, I want to have a hot mom body like Mindy.
And I want Whitney's new mom glow. Beautiful Madison is simply precious.
p.s. She gave birth three weeks ago and looks a-mazing.
Hot Mom in training and super awesome friend who put this together:
Brittany McPhabulous.Laura, you're pretty fabulous too. Here we have Sheena
owning the concrete catwalk.Remember Angela? She's still a favorite.
Where we went:
Park City (in case you missed that.)


When can we go again?

Thank you Brittany for having us. The opportunity to take some time away from the ones I love most was indeed, refreshing. To my selfless sister Ami, thanks for taking my kids that afternoon. Andrew: I LOVE YOU. Thank you for encouraging me to go and stay the night. Other than waking up with a bra full of concrete (still a nursing mother) and missing the friends who were unable to go, it was perfect.


Lara said...

Looks like you guys had so much fun! Wish I could have been there. So happy (and jealous) that you're back in Utah. Yea for Park City!

Laura said...

Oh my, love my ladies! Best trip ever! You've done it again Al, I felt like I was reliving sargent rage face! Love ya!

Shelly said...

looks like a blast! wish i could have been there!