Been to the Bar?

Six George girls were meeting at a Marriott in Memphis to celebrate a major birthday. I can't recall whose birthday it was, but I think it was,  Rhonda's, and as everyone knows, when and where we get together, the fun begins. 

In quick succession Deb pulled to the door of the hotel in her Riviera for the bellhop to unload her Macy's luggage,  Rhonda pulled up in her Cadillac for the bellhop to unload her Louis Vuitton luggage and  Juanetta pulled up in her Yukon so he could unload her Samsonite. (Not sure that was the names on their luggage, just painting the picture)

By the time their luggage was on the bellmans cart I had pulled up and was  ready to unload. For some strange reason the bell hop acted a little taken aback when I handed him a cooler with sodas, bologna and mustard, my dresses hanging in a lawn trash bag and other items in WalMart bags.

After leaving our luggage in our rooms and going out for dinner we got back on the elevator to return to our rooms. Someone pushed the button, the door closed and hesitated then opened again. No one was there. Someone pushed the button again, the door closed, hesitated then opened a second time. Still no one there. We were all laughing and pretending to motion someone in.

The third time the elevator door closed, hesitated and opened, Deb pretended to greet someone and started dancing with them. As she started dancing, her foot slid off of her slides, she fell, and there was a domino effect, as Deb bumped Angela then she bumped me. 

Of course we were all cracking up over Deb's mishap so much that we had forgotten the elevator door. Amid the hilarity Deb, Angela and I were struggling to get off the floor while laughing uncontrollably and Rhonda, Juanetta and Sherlyn were bent double from laughing so hard, the door opened again. 

When the door opened, two guys got on the elevator and observed the scene for only a moment when one said, "Looks like someone beat us to the bar."