Curly joined Coach and I at the out of state adventure on July 4th (more on the reasoning behind that coming . . . at some point)- days before she and I flew to Arizona for Irish Dancing National Championships on the 6th. It wasn't ideal, but it was the way it worked out.
All along I thought to myself, What could prevent us from boarding the plane on July 6th? I could think of nothing. I banked on smooth sailing.
We planned to bolt early Monday morning, July 5th.
At 1:30 am on the hotel's fire alarm went off. Coach leapt out of bed. He stepped on Curly on her air mattress in the process.
Groggy me: IT'S GOTTA BE A FALSE ALARM. GO BACK TO BED. *have I learned nothing from sleeping through the tornado?
Coach (after opening the door to the hall): EVERYONE'S EVACUATING. WE GOTTA GO.
I'd already packed. The clothes I was going to wear in the morning were out. I put them on. Ain't no one gonna see me in my nightgown (or at least no one in the parking lot of the Fairfield Inn) - trust me, my nightgown is cute and could pass for a summer dress. Still, I couldn't do it. I grabbed my toiletry bag, slid on my favorite sandals, grabbed my purse, and followed Coach with my roller bag into the hallway where the alarm was ear-splitting.
While I prepared my escape, I called out to Curly: TAKE ALL OF YOUR STUFF WITH YOU.
The girl was so confused and sleepy that she tried to walk out of the room carrying her blown up air mattress. I apologize for not having a video of that. Her bouncing off of things. Priceless.
As tired as I was, I thought: WE'RE GETTING ON THAT PLANE. I NEED MY WALLET, MY FAV SANDALS, MY ROLLER BAG, MY TOILETRIES. (priorities)
Outside, I looked at Coach. After a few minutes I said: THIS PLACE BURNS UP, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DRIVE CURLY AND I HOME TONIGHT AND COME BACK AND FINISH UP WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE WITH OUR PROJECT TOMORROW.
Coach aka Sherlock pointed out that there was only one fire engine for the entire hotel. That's when I noticed that a fireman sat in the driver's seat, looking relaxed (and tired). We deduced that fortunately the place wasn't going up in flames. Once the partner guy was done assessing the building, we were allowed back in.
Coach and I were awake for'evah. I think I went back to sleep around 3:15 am. The 6:30 am alarm physically hurt.
When I got home, I took the time to educate my children who'd all been home for the week while I was away taking care of something that needed to be done.
THIS IS THE BROOM. IT WORKS WELL HERE IN THE KITCHEN. THIS DRAWER FULL OF DISH TOWELS IS APPROPRIATE FOR THE COUNTERS.
I'll leave it at that.
After laundry, more food prep and packing for AZ, I collapsed.
Switching gears: NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS OF IRISH DANCING
Curly celebrated the upscale hotel chosen by the dancing association. A step up from the Fairfield. The heat in Phoenix: oppressive. Our hotel was less than 2 blocks from the venue. 'Twas a sweaty 2 blocks.
Curly placed 9th.
The highest she's ever placed at Nationals is 19th or 20th. She qualified for World Champs in April, in Belfast. I'm sad it's not Dublin, the pandemic location that we intended to visit, but it was cancelled.
It felt a little like there should be an * next to this win. I'll explain the * in my unplanned post tomorrow along with our latest makeup adventure. You'll be proud.
Oh, anyone ever been evacuated from a hotel? This was a first for me, and I feel like I've stayed in a lot of hotels.