The other night the teacher leader’s and I went to Chinatown for legitimate non-Panda-Express Chinese food at Golden Unicorn Restaurant. If you are wondering, did she write “unicorn”? Yes, unicorn. The night was very interesting and surely one for the books. I got stuck in an elevator, crashed a wedding, and laughed nonstop at the ridiculousness of the situation. Everything that happened to us would seem as if it came from a ridiculous comedy movie. Brace yourself, I will use many exclamation points in this post because there was so much going on and I had no idea what emotions to feel.
Before finding the restaurant, we already found ourselves in a pickle. Imagine ten grown adults in one itty bitty elevator… We were packed like sardines and ready to ride our way up to the restaurant. We went to the second floor as directed in the lobby. Then, the elevator door opened and we saw a bride in a white dress! Horrified by the fact that everyone in the wedding reception turned their heads, we closed the elevator door thinking it was the wrong floor and went to the next floor up.
The next floor up was an office and the floor above that was an office. When we arrived at the floor above those two offices, and (I kid you not!) the elevator door came to a screeching halt and the door would not slide open. It made a terrifying noise which had us all (packed like sardines) thinking we were stuck! The door would not open and I heard, “Go to another floor!” “IT CAN’T OPEN!” *the tallest guy trying to open the door* “Oh no……” How do these things happen?! All I thought was… Save your oxygen Rachel. Just keep calm. The door cannot open and the elevator won’t let us go down, but keep calm. After someone ferociously pressed the close-door button and the lobby button, the elevator decided to work again and carry us back down to the first floor. I refused to take the elevator after that and took the stairs up.
Still thinking the restaurant was booked for a wedding and we would not be able to eat there, I found out quickly that we were in the right place after all. Apparently, whoever was in charge of planning the wedding only booked half of the restaurant. This means the other half was left as a free-for-all for the restaurant to continue to take in reserved customers. Imagine ten casually-dressed, ethnically-diverse humans walking into a Chinese restaurant filled with wedding guests!!!!!!! How embarrassing… There were no room dividers and no walls to section us off. Our two large tables were just out in the open and part of the wedding. So, this is how I became an unintentional wedding crasher. I hope you enjoy my photos as much as I enjoyed my night of mixed emotions, embarrassment, and a belly-laugh for a good twenty minutes of sitting down in the wedding reception.