Spider Woman
This weekend was the first 'wedding weekend' I experienced. Holy crap. Let me first say I was amazed at the teamwork. If you were working, you were hauling ass. Guests were checking in, the tent was being erected, food was being prepped and I was whirling in my world and lending a hand answering phones or where ever I could. Amidst all of this organized chaos something truly Fawlty Towerseque and hysterical happened.
I had just completed making a delivering lime, cucumber rose pedal water to the gals of a bridal party along with a crudité and then sandwiches. My part to this particular wedding was done for now and I could focus on the ice cream sandwiches for the next day's bridal shower. Let me add here that they were chocolate chunk cookies with fresh strawberry ice cream sandwiches between them. Sadly I didn't take a picture but they were an amazing site to behold. Back to the story....
Peke, the goddess that works the front desk, waits tables in the evening, teaches bellydance, is gorgeous beyond words and has a heart of gold, comes running into the kitchen.
"I need a latter!" Peke is from Argentina and has a beautiful accent, it goes with her silky dark mane of perfect hair, killer body and model like face. I find her endlessly amusing and I don't hate her because she's gorgeous - this is new for me.
"A letter? Like a welcome letter for a room?" I ask wondering why she's asking me, I have a mixer, an ice cream machine and a robo coupe, but no printer.
"No! A latter to climb!!" She is swinging her arms around now hysterical. "One of the guests is locked out of their room, we have no spare key for this room, the wedding is in one half hour and we have to break into the room so they can get their clothes to change and get to the ceremony. I NEED A LATTER!!!"
"Okay then what room?" I'm all in. Peke runs out the back door with me on her heels, which are 4". She points to the newly renovated room that is above the kitchen. From the small back porch you can look over the almost flat roof of the laundry room and see the windows to the room. Peke runs down the stairs and turns right towards the garage. I run in the opposite direction because I vaguely remembered seeing a wooden ladder under the deck. I find the ladder and haul it out and run, yes with the ladder, to the porch. I get it setup and climb - my palms are sweating right now just thinking about this - heights are not my favorite. I get to the point where I can put my hands on the roof, but there is no way I can go any further. I can't bring myself to step on the top step, regardless of whether or not it is an actual step according to the ladder manufacturer.
I get back down. Here comes Peke with a step stool. She sees the ladder and hucks the step stool onto the grass behind her.
"Perfect!" She takes off her 4" heels and jams a screwdriver and some pliers in her pants.
"Oh, I don't think that' a good idea, if you fall I'll have to remember what tools you had in your pants to tell the emergency room folks." I'm being realistic and now chanting, 'screw driver and pliers, screw driver and pliers...'
I have never seen a human climb a ladder that quickly. She ran up the ladder and right onto the roof (my palms are sweating again).
"I have no idea how I'm going to get back down." She said as she stood up and ran for the window.
"You'll probably take the stairs inside the Inn, I would think?" I knew what she meant though because I thought the same thing before I chickened out.
She pulled the screw driver and pliers from her pants and began working the screen. It was at this moment that she stood up and started jumping around. I was hot that day and the sun had managed to preheat the roof to a balmy 400 degrees easy.
"My feet! My feet!" I was up on the ladder with my head above the roof line watching all of this. I reached down and slipped off my flip flops flinging them one after the other at Peke while she danced. (I don't wear flip flops normally in the kitchen, but I was assembling ice cream sandwiches and giving my dawgs a break). She ran and grabbed them, the one just before it went off the roof. She slipped on the flip flops and got back to job of prying the screen open. She got it open and disappeared inside.
I climbed down the ladder barefoot and walked it back across the yard and under the deck. I grabbed Peke's heels, of course tried them on and went back into the kitchen. Moments later she came walking into the kitchen in my flip flops.
"She wasn't locked out of her room, she was locked out of her kids room, FOR WHICH WE HAVE A SPARE KEY!!! I GOT INTO THE ROOM AND THE WOMAN WAS STANDING THERE LOOKING AT ME!"
"Peke you realize that she was there while you sprang onto the roof, when I popped my head up and when I threw my shoes!!"
I call her spiderwoman now and she says she can't look at me without flip flops flying towards her. We were team awesomeness!!
I had just completed making a delivering lime, cucumber rose pedal water to the gals of a bridal party along with a crudité and then sandwiches. My part to this particular wedding was done for now and I could focus on the ice cream sandwiches for the next day's bridal shower. Let me add here that they were chocolate chunk cookies with fresh strawberry ice cream sandwiches between them. Sadly I didn't take a picture but they were an amazing site to behold. Back to the story....
Peke, the goddess that works the front desk, waits tables in the evening, teaches bellydance, is gorgeous beyond words and has a heart of gold, comes running into the kitchen.
"I need a latter!" Peke is from Argentina and has a beautiful accent, it goes with her silky dark mane of perfect hair, killer body and model like face. I find her endlessly amusing and I don't hate her because she's gorgeous - this is new for me.
"A letter? Like a welcome letter for a room?" I ask wondering why she's asking me, I have a mixer, an ice cream machine and a robo coupe, but no printer.
"No! A latter to climb!!" She is swinging her arms around now hysterical. "One of the guests is locked out of their room, we have no spare key for this room, the wedding is in one half hour and we have to break into the room so they can get their clothes to change and get to the ceremony. I NEED A LATTER!!!"
"Okay then what room?" I'm all in. Peke runs out the back door with me on her heels, which are 4". She points to the newly renovated room that is above the kitchen. From the small back porch you can look over the almost flat roof of the laundry room and see the windows to the room. Peke runs down the stairs and turns right towards the garage. I run in the opposite direction because I vaguely remembered seeing a wooden ladder under the deck. I find the ladder and haul it out and run, yes with the ladder, to the porch. I get it setup and climb - my palms are sweating right now just thinking about this - heights are not my favorite. I get to the point where I can put my hands on the roof, but there is no way I can go any further. I can't bring myself to step on the top step, regardless of whether or not it is an actual step according to the ladder manufacturer.
I get back down. Here comes Peke with a step stool. She sees the ladder and hucks the step stool onto the grass behind her.
"Perfect!" She takes off her 4" heels and jams a screwdriver and some pliers in her pants.
"Oh, I don't think that' a good idea, if you fall I'll have to remember what tools you had in your pants to tell the emergency room folks." I'm being realistic and now chanting, 'screw driver and pliers, screw driver and pliers...'
I have never seen a human climb a ladder that quickly. She ran up the ladder and right onto the roof (my palms are sweating again).
"I have no idea how I'm going to get back down." She said as she stood up and ran for the window.
"You'll probably take the stairs inside the Inn, I would think?" I knew what she meant though because I thought the same thing before I chickened out.
She pulled the screw driver and pliers from her pants and began working the screen. It was at this moment that she stood up and started jumping around. I was hot that day and the sun had managed to preheat the roof to a balmy 400 degrees easy.
"My feet! My feet!" I was up on the ladder with my head above the roof line watching all of this. I reached down and slipped off my flip flops flinging them one after the other at Peke while she danced. (I don't wear flip flops normally in the kitchen, but I was assembling ice cream sandwiches and giving my dawgs a break). She ran and grabbed them, the one just before it went off the roof. She slipped on the flip flops and got back to job of prying the screen open. She got it open and disappeared inside.
I climbed down the ladder barefoot and walked it back across the yard and under the deck. I grabbed Peke's heels, of course tried them on and went back into the kitchen. Moments later she came walking into the kitchen in my flip flops.
"She wasn't locked out of her room, she was locked out of her kids room, FOR WHICH WE HAVE A SPARE KEY!!! I GOT INTO THE ROOM AND THE WOMAN WAS STANDING THERE LOOKING AT ME!"
"Peke you realize that she was there while you sprang onto the roof, when I popped my head up and when I threw my shoes!!"
I call her spiderwoman now and she says she can't look at me without flip flops flying towards her. We were team awesomeness!!
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