Fashion Week

A group of my tennis friends headed to New Orleans for some fashion and fun at Fashion Week.  

The whole group of us met in New Orleans early and shopped and went out to lunch.  Laughter and fun all around.  Then Jenny and I decided to go up and check into our room to chill out for awhile before the fashion show.  We pushed the button for our floor and all of a sudden, LURCH!  The elevator stopped!  We took this picture immediately because we thought, "oh how funny, we are stuck in the elevator."  Then after a couple of minutes, we realized oh my goodness, we are SERIOUSLY STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!!  We needed to call for help and pushed the emergency button.  Then we both started to get a little panicked and sat down while we debated if we plummet would it be better if we were standing or sitting.  

Then we started getting really nervous because every few seconds the elevator would plunge down just a tiny bit but enough to make us both scream.  In the meantime, the operator was telling us the engineer was trying to manually get us down.  Oh my word.  

This is about the time Jenny started praying the Hail Mary which even though I am Presbyterian, I was totally in favor of.  Until she got to the end and it said something like, "until the hour of our death!"  

Well, long story short the engineer eventually pried us out and lowered us down and we had to crawl out between floors.  It was all very traumatic.  We were escorted to our room and as we walked in, I kid you not.  The bed was all wonky.  We looked under the bed and one whole side was broken and hanging down!  We just looked at the bell hop and started laughing.  He called the desk and said they need to give us a new room immediately and he sternly said, "You do realize these are the same people they just rescued from the elevator!"  

Although, it was all worth it because the Westin comped all $416.00 of our charges!  Woot Woot!  You rock Westin, I will totally get stuck in your elevator again to save that kind of dough.

After a few drinks and a change of clothes, we were ready to hit the town!  

(Although we took the stairs)

Walking the red carpet with JGo.

We were VIP all the way-which pretty much bought us Little Debbie brownies and cheese cubes for $130.  But whatev, at least we had front row seats!

VIP tennis girls taking in the fashion.  

Me, Jenny, Carol, Lisa, Mary Claudia and Kim-taking a break from our tennis skirts for a night.