Instead, this Gaylord went for more of a classic stroll-in-the-park theme with cafes, restaurants, and shops peeking from amidst the dense trees and glowing street lights. However, the real star of the Gaylord was the view from the mammoth windows overlooking the magnificent Potomac River.
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| Suspended Christmas Tree in the 18-story glass atrium of the Gaylord National. The massive windows overlook the glittering lights of the National Harbor. |
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| A veritable city of rooms surround the bedecked atrium. |
Hidden in gigantic tents outside the hotel, ICE! is a clever mixture of traditional, clear-as-crystal ice sculptures and vividly colored sculptures of bright cerulean, lemon yellow (at least I hope it's lemon), and geranium red evoking scenes from "The Night Before Christmas," followed by a finale of "Christmas in New York."
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| Entrance to ICE! The letters appeared to be fiberglass, but everything else was pure ice, from the bright yellow background to the brick walls and whimsical swirls. |
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| An icy arch seems to be made from enormous candy and sugar-spun bricks |
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| Delicate crystalline dove adds a sweet contrast to the vivid and mod surroundings. |
The temperature remained at about nine degrees, so my friend and I had bundled up in enough layers to give Randy from A Christmas Story a run for his money.
On top of this, the staff at the Gaylord gave us each an oversized, hooded, calf-length parka of which any Arctic explorer would approve. The parka also acted as a sort of built-in sled when we reached the ice slides near the end of the tour. "Lift your feet up!" called the attendant at the bottom of the slide as I began sliding down in a seated position. A suggestion which, if followed, will tilt the unsuspecting victim on their back so that the slippery parka turns into an Olympic-speed toboggan.
Most ungraceful, but I felt like a little kid all over again. Sadly, I was too busy laughing hysterically to get a picture of my friend sliding down after me.
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| Solid ice comprises the Christmas tree, the presents, and the huge slides on either side of the room. Only the tinsel-y tree trimmings were non-ice. |
Yeah, yeah, I know my photo's crooked and shaky. But I kept having to take my hand out of my glove to snap photos and by this time I couldn't even feel my fingers.
Santa and sugarplums then gave way to a trip into New York City on a wintry night, where even the Statue of Liberty has joined the festivities by donning a red suit and hat. Again, great subject, rotten photo. My poor frozen fingers. I finally broke down and whipped out the HotHands hand warmers.
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| Santa of Liberty |
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| Broadway Signs |
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| Nativity of ice. The matte ice creating the ground contrasted with the shiny figures. Methinks this art form takes a tiny bit of skill... |
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| Awwww.... |
As we shuffled out the mega-tent's door and into the night air to head back into the Gaylord, we both stopped and exclaimed, "Wow, it's hot out here!" It was 40 degrees.
I will never again complain about cold winters. We survived nine degrees all for the sake of festivity and art! I think some hot chocolate is in order. Spiked.
Or maybe I'll just steal some treats from Santa's plate.
