Puttin’ On The Ritz

Those who know me, know that I am a fairly easy-going, casual person. I’m pretty low maintenance and would wear jeans every day if I could. Therefore, when I got an invitation for a bridal tea for my brother’s wedding, I just skimmed the invite and thought, “Cool, another activity I’m invited to.”

That’s when my mom called and asked, “Did you see where the tea is being held?” I racked my brain. I hadn’t paid attention. “It’s at the Ritz Carlton in Orlando.”

At first it didn’t register until later that day, I thought about it a little and started to get nervous. The Ritz Carlton? That’s like The Plaza or something. I tried to think of other fancier hotels that I had heard of to make myself less worried, but I was unable to. The more I thought about it, the more I freaked myself out.

Becoming increasingly nervous, I began to talk with friends and coworkers about how anxious I was about the wedding, how I felt I wasn’t going to be fancy enough for the “Ritz freakin’ Carlton” as I put it. I talked to my one friend, Sarah, and she said, “I don’t think it’s as fancy as you think.” “Really?” I replied. “I’m pretty that’s one of the fanciest hotel chains.” Then she googled it. “Oh God! I was wrong,” she said. “This is worse than I thought!”

Here are some of the images that come up when you google Ritz Carlton in Orlando:

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The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was going to be like the monster from the movie “Young Frankenstein” in the scene where they do the skit, “Puttin’ on the Ritz”. Please watch it again or for the first time here, (hilarious!):https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co6-tYS9k1U

I went shopping three times (this is almost a miracle if you know me), buying two new dresses and new shoes, and getting a mani-pedi. I had to be serious about this. Had to look classy at the Ritz.

We pulled up at my brother’s fiance’s parents’ mansion and were escorted in. I compared my outfit to others and felt it wasn’t too bad. Then I got to talk with the people going and they were pretty cool, especially my brother’s cousin (he’s actually my foster brother) who I haven’t seen since she was like six years old and is now twenty and very chill. By the time, we got there I almost felt relaxed.

They valeted our car (no big deal…ha!), and we made our way through the Ritzy hotel (literally) and sat at a fancy long table with our own personal teapots and ate little tiny sandwiches (one of which had caviar on it…first time eating caviar, yum!) and caramels with gold slivers on top. The conversation was entertaining and casual, and I somehow managed to not spill anything! Though I did have a close encounter with a straw that could have started a domino effect, but it turned out okay.

In the end, I realized people are just people and, though covered in gold and marble and gorgeousness, the Ritz Carlton wasn’t something to be worried about, but rather something to be enjoyed.

Here’s a picture of my mom and Tina (my brother’s fiance) and me at the Ritz Carlton, feeling much more relaxed by this point:



Here are some pictures of the fancy tea party:

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Here’s a pic of me and my bro’s cousin, Lizzie, and another of Tina at the table:IMG_7159 IMG_7164


2 thoughts on “Puttin’ On The Ritz

  1. So glad you relaxed and had fun!! 😀 Since I have a lot of those same issues, I thorough;y applaud you!! Woot Woot!

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