Cheetah Revenge

The other day we went downtown to run a few errands. Javier came with us because, unfortunately, we are not allowed to go down there by ourselves anymore. Even accompanied by Mr. Mace. (The other night I had a dream I was spraying little kids that looked like Dennis the Menace. In my dream, the wind did not pull the reverse-affect thing we are so worried about. See here for more info). 

So like I was saying, Javier came with us...I guess to play the role of body guard? I don't know.

When we got down there, we didn't know exactly what we wanted to do first, but we had a couple hours to play around.  We chose the direction we wanted to go by the way the wind was blowing:

  

The wind led us to this beautiful hotel...

Nicole and I had taken the tour before and we wanted to show Javier this really pretty conference room in the back. We tried to look casual as we went in, running up the stairs, skidding down halls, and racing towards this fancy room. We got there and the first door was locked....so was second one. But then...bahahaha!! The third one was unlocked! So we hurried in and shut the door behind us. 

Javier turned on the dimmer lights... 

I think it would be so cool to have a conferences here!! I'd feel like we were in the US :)

We left after a little while, but on our way to the stairs we saw a lady walking briskly, looking up and down the hallways. She looked a little annoyed and informed us that "they don't allow non-guests to come upstairs". 

"Oh! We are so sorry...we will leave right away." :p

After this, we found a store that had really cute (but expensive) clothes in it. Nicole and I went in, but Javier refused. Nicole found this plastic-y cheetah print jacket she liked so she went back to try it on. I went back outside so Javier wouldn't be by himself. Nicole was taking forever....FOREVER....so I go back to the dressing room and call for her. 

Her reply? "Bettthhhhhhhhhh......."

I'm like...."Oh no, what is going on...??"

She opens the door and looks down. "I can't get this jacket off!"
So for the next 10 minutes we had a prayer meeting that consisted rebuking the zipper and pleading with God to let this situation turn out good... 

Zip up, zip down, zip up, zip down.....It was majorly stuck. I know we were looking completely suspicious hovering over this jacket. (The dressing room was too small to fit two people in it). 

An employee came back and asked us if we needed help..."Uhhh no....hehe...why do you ask?" 

So I left again and went outside to inform Javier of our dilemma. We were nervously laughing and trying to think of what to do when Nicole came walking out. The jacket now has stretch marks.
Thank God for his promise of Romans 8:28 (all things work together for good....)
The good is that we didn't end up having to buy the chunty plastic jacket.

~Bethany