I’ll try to keep this brief, but you all know that brevity is not one of my best qualities. Stephen and I went to Chattanooga, TN, one of my favorite cities, for our honeymoon. Stephen had never been there, and I was excited for him to experience it. We left from Carahills on Saturday and headed to Nashville, where we would spend the first night at The Embassy Suites, but first we stopped in Jackson to eat dinner, since both of us had eaten very little at the wedding. We had a yummy dinner at TGI Friday’s, even though it was pouring rain outside, but the winds of misfortune were blowing our way. As we were leaving, Stephen couldn’t find the keys. We went back to our table to make sure they hadn’t fallen out there, then we traced our steps all around the restaurant before going to the car. I was hoping hoping hoping that they wouldn’t be where I thought they were, but sure enough, we got to the car and there they were: on the front seat. We were locked out. On our wedding day, on our way to the honeymoon, in the rain. Lovely. I of course handled the situation in a completely
appropriate pathetic fashion. I cried. I had a spare key, but it was in our townhome. Fortunately, I had the keys to the townhome with me, so if we could just find a way to get home, we could get the spare and be on our way. Of course, everyone we tried to call had been at the wedding, and they either had their phones off or on silent. Next step: call AAA. I have had to use my membership a few times, and they’ve never been all that speedy in responding, so I was not very hopeful. Sure enough, the man informed me it would be an hour to an hour and a half before a locksmith could come. This did not make me happy, so I cried some more. Finally, Paul, Stephen’s friend and co-worker got Stephen’s message and came to our rescue. He took us to our place, where the spare key was right where I thought it was (amazingly enough), and we were then on our way. We toyed briefly with the idea of just staying in Jackson for the night, but decided to go on to Nashville, and I’m glad we did. The Embassy Suites was really nice, our room was dark and quiet, and they had an amazing complimentary breakfast buffet in the morning.
My mom had gotten us one called “Together” for an engagement present, and I thought this one was so sweet. I gave it to Stephen on our wedding night, he opened it, and then looked at me, puzzled. What he opened was this:
Yes, that’s right. I got the wrong box! What’s most annoying about this is that an employee handed me this box after I showed her the one I wanted. I couldn’t believe it. I was upset for a minute, but it was so funny we couldn’t help but laugh about it.
On Sunday we got to the Marriott after enjoying a delicious seafood lunch at Easy Seafood Co., and we headed up to our room. Excitedly, I opened the door, and then said, “This is not going to work.” They gave us a room with 2 beds! So we hauled all our stuff back down to the lobby, and we got a new room with no trouble.
Thus concludes this week’s edition “Honeymoon Misfortunes.” More on our trip later.