Well, I didn’t fall off my high heels and tumble-down the stairs with my dress up over my head – so in my opinion – the black tie dinner was a success!!
And the big guy was very happy that I made it there!
We met at Regan International airport. He came down from New York and I came up from Atlanta. He waited for me at the airport so that we could share a taxi to the hotel. (Thank you honey.) We had plenty of time to chill out and grab a sandwich before we started getting ready for the evening.
It was a very big event. About 700 guests in attendance. Secret service everywhere and I got to shake the hand of the Secretary of Transportation, Ray LaHood, among others. That was cool… but I didn’t know who he was until after the event when my husband went over all the folks I’d met, telling me who everyone was. See, at the reception part, it was SO LOUD that I couldn’t really hear what anyone was saying. So I just smiled, shook hands and said “nice to meet you”, hoping-against-hope that they were not actually asking me a question.
I did use the wrong knife at one point (to butter my bun, not hack my way out of the room!) but then so did half the people at the table I was sitting at! There was a lot of silverware. Man. A lot.
The “reception” part I could live without ever doing again. I know it is just to rub elbows and all… but my idea of hanging out would be sitting around a fire pit in boots & jeans and drinking cheap wine! But whatever… I guess I can do this once or twice in my lifetime. Besides, the program was very interesting, the food was good, the company was delightful, and my husband looked hot in his tux!
All-in-all it was a good night.
Here was the view out of our hotel room.
(We didn’t get to walk around the mall and see all the monuments – no time. But I am planning to go back and take the kids for that someday.)
You know… it makes me feel so special to think that God cares so much even about these little things in our lives. Like finding a dress, making it on a full flight (standby), keeping me from falling down in three-inch heels and making sure that we got back home in time to go to my dear friend Sandy’s Christmas party the next day. He is so good to me!
But like I said… the best part of this whole adventure was that it made my husband happy. He knew that it was a major effort on my part and he really did appreciate it.
And like he said… I climbed my “Mount Everest”… and lived.