It was, until about 4:30 AM., when the hotel sirens started going with an announcement from the PA system that everybody should go down the stairs (elevators are always disabled during a fire) and step out of the building. My 92 year old mother was with us and the first thing that came to my mind was how was I going to get her down all those steps. But anyway, I got her up from bed, grabbed my i phone, purse and car keys and we all headed towards the stairs.
One step at a time with one of my mom's hand on the rail while I was holding the other, we were getting down one floor at a time, very slowly. For the meantime, the sirens kept going. People were so nice asking if we needed help and I kept telling them to go ahead of us because we are slow and that we will be fine.
Some did not even want to overpass us but we did not want to hold them up so I kept telling them to go ahead and to just please tell them downstairs that we are still on our way down.
My mom was so nice about the whole thing, did not complain a bit.
When we finally got to the third floor, 2 firemen came to assist. I told them my mom was a little short of breathe and was tired but she was doing good. We kept going and finally reached the lobby. As soon as we got there, it was announced that the problem was resolved and that we could all go back to our rooms. I told my mom to sit and rest first and I started taking pictures.
People were everywhere, some in pj's and some in robes. I never imagined myself to ever be in Marriott's lobby while in my pajamas but there I was in my blue pj's. Luckily, nobody else had a camera so they couldn't take my picture, lol.
They suggested we wheel her back to the room and not let her walk after that ordeal and so John did.
Of course, we had to walk back the same long way. I try not to let my mom hold on to me so she can get used to balancing herself but sometimes she holds on to John because I stay away from her, lol.