Fire Alarm Pajamas

I need better pajamas. Last weekend Daddy-O came down to visit while I'm doing an extended grandmother stay here at Mommy's. I spent Saturday night with him at a nearby hotel. By 8:30, I was tucked in bed and, to be honest, had fallen asleep while watching the Olympics. About 15 minutes later, I was rudely awakened by an obnoxious noise.

It took me a minute to realize it was the fire alarm. We put on shoes and grabbed our phones and remembered to take the room key cards. We stumbled out into the hall as others were exiting their rooms.

The lady in the room just down from us looked at the motley crew from the 4th floor and said, "This is just sad. It's not even nine o'clock and we're all in our pajamas." About the time we started down the exit stairs, the alarm stopped and people turned around and headed back up.

Then it sounded again. We decided to just walk on down the stairs to check out what happened. Turned out that a children's birthday party was happening in the breakfast area and they had lit a sparkler candle on the cake that set off the alarm. What a memorable party! (It would have been more memorable if the fire truck had actually shown up, but the hotel desk got that cancelled quickly.)

Since we were already downstairs, in our pajamas no less, we bought ice cream from the snack bar at the desk. It was all good. We were happy it was a false alarm. We were happy it wasn't 2:00 AM. We were happy they sold Ben & Jerry's in the lobby.

The lady who was first down the steps was the one we met when they turned around to come back up. She looked amazingly put-together for an emergency exit. And there I was in an old T-shirt and pj pants. Of course, if I get new emergency fire alarm appropriate pajamas, that's probably not the ones I would be wearing when the next alarm goes off.