Good for you Graham!!

The other day, I was looking at the Festival of Trees at the Hyatt hotel. I got a lot of strange looks going in there... I was dressed a bit better then usual, nice shirt, kilt, etc. But the dreadlocks threw them. This is a BIG expensive hotel with waterfalls and parks and stuff all inside of the building. It's huge.

And it has a glass elevator that overlooks all the greenery, the lobby, and the commons.

I rode the glass elevator

The look of sheer horror, panic, facination, and revulsion was utterly priceless. At least several hundred people were spellbound, all of them, even the most well bred bluebloods in town were all standing around with their mouths open in a perfect little "o" of what ever emotion they were feeling at that moment. The people directly below the elevator had the best faces, a few of those wrinkly old blue hairs looked as if they had bit into the most puckery old lemon ever found. A couple of the younger ladies fanned themselves. One of the fellas dropped a glass christmas onament bulb from his hand, as he stood on a ladder decorating the tree.

I am sure nothing showed... At least I hope. There was a ring of bright holiday lights around the base of the elevator giving off a lovely halo of light. And there were all these mirrors everywhere, shiny polished steel,throwing reflections everywhere.

My wife was completely overtaken with the giggles as we walked out of there. She could barely contain herself.

I wish I would have had a camera to snap a picture of this perfect moment. All those faces.