It was not. It was terrifying.
After we arrived in Atlanta, Val said we should check out the Marriott Hotel. Apparently there was this really cool glass elevator that went all the way to the top of the building. Its a pretty fucking tall building. I’m not that afraid of heights, but when the elevator started it didn’t go gently and then slowly build into a faster pace.
It went WHOOOOOOSHHH and shot straight up.
It also didn’t help that the previous day I read a story about a woman who died in a freak elevator accident. So while I’m freaking out in the elevator Valerie is like “Oh my gosh look at this isn’t it so cool don’t you like it Mary its so awesome we should do it again!”
No. We shouldn’t.