My SIL, the other Sandra, has begun going to Washington, DC to be a tour guide for junior high groups. One day at lunch she told our friend Marilyn and me that she was going to be driving to Washington to do a tour at the end of March and since she was driving anyway (and would have a hotel room we could share) why didn’t Marilyn and I go with her! We didn’t have to think more than a few minutes before we took her up on her offer.
So, she was to pick me up first — at 5:30 last Friday morning.
We would be gone five nights and because it’s Spring (and an unusually volatile one at that) it was hard to judge whether we would need cool or warm weather clothes, so I naturally just took most of the closet. I also really like to be prepared for anything when I travel in regard to things other than clothes, so I took six pairs of shoes, air freshener, a night light, dominos and playing cards, three books, a book of sudokus and instant Starbucks coffee (Via), as well as fruit and snack bars that Sandi had recommended. And I had volunteered to bring a small cooler that we could put water and soda in. Oh, and I always take my own pillow and blanket.
But he shouldn’t have worried. When Sandi arrived at 5:30, she fit it all in like an old pro and even when we picked Marilyn up next, with her equally large pile of stuff, it all fit in too — and there was still room for the three of us!!
Then we were off on our trip to Washington, DC. Sandi has been there many times, and Marilyn had been there at least once, but I had never been there, so I was very excited to finally get the opportunity.
Sandi had suggested that we ask for a roll-a-way bed for our room so that we could all have our own bed, but when we got there and a man who didn’t speak much English delivered the roll-a-way bed, I asked him where we could possibly put it in the room. And he gestured between the two queen-size beds already there. Hmmm. I would never have thought of that, but it must work if that’s what he said (or gestured) and there certainly didn’t appear to be anywhere else to put it. So after he left we put it up. When we stepped back to look at the room bursting at the seams with beds the description that came to my mind was a heavy set man in a too tight jacket.
I slept in the roll-a-way and it was just fine, the only problem was that it was a little awkward to enter and leave it from the foot. So once I got in bed, if lights needed to be turned out, etc., the other two did it, because we all knew their beds were alot easier to get out of than mine.
It’s a good thing we like each other because for the next five days we would move around the room like cooks each trying to make a separate meal in a tiny kitchen. It took real cooperation and a sense of humor, but we did it!
For my next few posts I’ll tell you about some of our experiences on the trip. Luckily, we didn’t have much time to spend in our wall-to-wall-bed room except to sleep.