The CRAZY Hotel Debacle

I've talked before about signs. The silly things that happen that just let you know that things are okay. The inexplicable little things that are just too crazy to explain.

On the night of Brian's graduation, we were SO so exhausted. After a long day spent in the heat, and a week of running around and chaos, we were really looking forward to getting back to the hotel and relaxing for a night before our friends' wedding the next day. I had been staying with Brian's family that entire week, but after Brian graduated, we could finally stay together...very exciting! This part is kind of confusing, but bear with me: my parents had come up for graduation and made a hotel reservation for the entire weekend (Friday and Saturday night). We agreed beforehand that my parents would use the room Friday night, and then Brian and I could use it Saturday night since we had to stay an extra night for the wedding. On graduation day, my mom gave me the key cards to the hotel room and we assumed Brian and I would arrive there late Saturday night and the room would still be ours...

I'm sure you can tell where this is going.

Of course, when we got to the hotel and attempted to use those key cards, the little light on the door shone red and the handle refused to budge. We were quiet for a second in our confusion, and then realized that the sound of a television was coming from the room...our room! Brian went to the front desk, where they proceeded to be rude to him and told him that someone had called to cancel the reservation (UM, not true!), and that the hotel was sold out for the night! Turns out, because my parents had taken all of their stuff and 'vacated' the room, they assumed we were done using it and just gave the room away. While still charging my parents for both nights, obviously.

We had very few options for what to do next. We needed somewhere to sleep, it was almost midnight, and there was only one other hotel in the area; a huuuuge 20-something story Sheraton across the highway. Even though we knew it would be a lot more expensive, we didn't really have a choice in the matter. We went over there (and were a bit frightened to discover that the bottom floor housed a nightclub that appeared to be right out of Jersey Shore) and got a room. We were just relieved to have a bed to sleep in for the night and figured that we would sort out the ridiculous hotel mess in the morning, when I looked down to see the key to the room we had been given.

This totally absurd and frustrating series of events on the day that Brian had graduated as a member of the USMA Class of 2010 landed us in ROOM 2010 in a hotel with literally over 20 stories and thousands of rooms.

Seriously, how crazy and bizarre is that?!

So, with a room for the night and a little reassurance that God has an eye on us, we got a good night's sleep. And after a few choice words, that other hotel offered to cover all three nights we were charged for that weekend, with their sincerest apologies.