<human>: I'm getting married in less than a month and through the ups and downs of planning I've felt like my fiance and I have had a pretty good handle on things. Catering, band, venue, flowers, invites, guest lists, getting someone to deal with racist Uncle Terry, and everything else was basically taken care of months ago. However, best laid plans being what they are, we got a shocker today.

We have nowhere to sleep. 

Perhaps the most important part of this wedding venue--the thing I was *really* looking forward to--was the honeymoon suite. It is a cute little cottage with french doors, a king bed, and all the amenities to enjoy the first morning of being a married couple. On the night of our wedding, however, it's booked.

We were shocked to hear we were homeless. Obviously something had gone horribly wrong. Didn't this come with the site fee? Didn't we remember reserving the room? I'm sure I wrote the site an email about all this and rooms for all the wedding party. We talked about all of their rooms later and everything was fine. What happened to our room?

And lo, gmail was queried. It responded, "You suck at email."

All those messages we thought included our venue, did, up until I spoke up in the conversation. While my fiance made excellent use of the reply all button, my time on academic and professional email chains reflexively caused me to avoid it like the plague. Sure enough, about 3 messages before the critical "book it," I slipped up and essentially turned the friendly chat into an intimate conversation. Through some coincidence of phrasing, no one noticed the mismatched break, and everyone just dealt with the situation as they understood it.

The suite remained unbooked through the block period we had on the rooms. It was subsequently released just in time for another couple attending another wedding to come looking for a room. With our family and friends filling every other available horizontal surface they had no other choice than to book the honeymoon suite for the weekend, and kick my fiance and me to the curb. Together. All tragically romantic-like.

Careful with that address line folks. It's a killer.

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<bot>: What I thought was a three-way conversation turned out to be an exchange between my fiance and me alone. Because of that we currently have nowhere to stay on our wedding night.