![]() As a Little Old Lady with cats I lead a rather simple life so it is exciting for me to be out in the world. My nephew's wedding is in Washington D.C. This is a far cry from the small town where I live. For one thing it is rare to see a man in a suit in my little corner of the world. Occasionally you might see someone in a sports jacket but they are usually wearing it with jeans. In Washington D.C. men wear suits, and their pants are made of the same fabric as their jackets. My sister, her husband, and I arrived at our hotel yesterday. It is the kind of place where young men in red uniforms greet you at the door and escort you in. Immediately I felt intimidated and out of place. The lobby had no real ceiling and there was a modern sculpture the size of a small building. My red suited helper led me to a check-in desk that was completely dwarfed by it's surroundings. Everyone was beyond polite. It was kind of Disneyland-ish. After finding my room I discovered that thIs fabulous lobby is just the facade of a normal hotel. Like every other hotel it has corridors lined with doors and the rooms are just like you would find in a nice motel, but with fancier bathroom fixtures. I'd been fooled into being intimidated. After checking into our rooms, my sister and I went in search of food. I punched the call button for the elevator and as the doors opened we were confronted by a bunch of men in suits. They were all extremely tall and very serious looking. We stepped into the middle of this confluence of well dressed giants. I felt like a little kid who had wandered into someplace I didn't belong. A quick verbal check-in established that we were all headed to the lobby. It seemed like a long way down. All I could think of for the whole trip was how short I was. I saw my reflection in the mirrored doors and my eyes were as big as saucers. After I got past my shock and awe, I wondered if the suited facade of the elevator men hid regular good old boys, just like the fabulous lobby of the hotel fronted corridors of regular rooms. Do they go home after a trip like this, rip off their suits and strip down to their underware, pop open a brewski, and plop down into their Lazyboys? Today my surroundings seem much more familiar. I see Moms wearing tennies and yoga pants mixed in with the suits. I feel more like I fit in with this environment. John and Julia dropped by and appeared to be amazingly relaxed about the fact that are getting married tomorrow. It's time for me to stop fretting about fancy hotels and men in suits and to concentrate on what's really important. I'm in Washington D.C. to celebrate their marriage. This is all about them.
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