The exuberant honeymooners
they were young, but they should have know better
come to a bed and breakfast for various reasons. Some are here on
business, some are visiting friends or family, and some just want to
get away and scope out the area. But, one of the most popular reasons is to celebrate a special event:
birthday, anniversary, honeymoon, etc. The bed and breakfast setting is usually romantic,
the host or hostess can pamper you and see that you have a very special
experience, and the gourmet breakfasts are awesome.
We have a room we save for our honeymooners. It's decorated with the Victorian era in mind: 4-poster queen bed, Queen Anne furnishings, fireplace, and oriental area rugs on a beautiful dark pinewood floor. We have created what we call "sweetheart packages" which are put in the room prior to the guest's arrival. Lots of people want this to be a surprise. The package consists of red roses, a cheese & fruit tray, chocolates and a bottle of wine or champagne. We serve it all on a huge silver tray, with white lace napkins, crystal champagne glasses, and fine china. It's very special.
Lisa and Brian (pseudonyms) had visited our Inn before and stayed in Katharine's Room. They loved it, so a year later, when it came time to plan their wedding, they included Katharine's Room with the sweetheart package in their plans. They booked the room for the night of their wedding, and a second night, before they flew out of Louisville for the Bahamas to enjoy an unforgettable honeymoon.
We readied the room for their 9:00 pm arrival and made the bed with fine white linens and a down comforter. A vase of red
roses sat on the little cocktail table in front of the settee, next to a bottle of red wine, crystal wine glasses, and a fruit tray I had gone down to Muths
Candy shop (they make all their own candy) and purchased outrageous
chocolate truffles, a delicious temptation. And for a final touch, I laid my favorite book of
Shakespeare's sonnets next to the bed.
We were excited about their arrival. We felt like we knew them. They were an adorable couple, just barely out of their teens. We wanted their wedding night to be perfect. Upon their arrival, I took them to their room. Lisa, still in her white wedding dress, was delighted and Brian was beaming from ear to ear. I left them alone and went downstairs to bed. They wanted a late breakfast, so I knew I would get a little extra sleep that night.
The next morning, we made crispy Belgium waffles for them, served with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. They came down late, enjoyed the waffles, and left after breakfast to go to Churchill Downs for a day of horse-racing. My housekeeper went up to clean their room as soon as they left. She wanted to get an early start because there were more guests checking in later that day. From the kitchen, I could hear a strange muffled shrieking noise coming from the third floor. Ashley leaned over the bannister and called to me from the third floor. "You've got to come up and see this!", she said.
I hurried up the two flights of stairs and opened the door to the room. Ashley was standing over to one side, looking at me with her eyes wide and her hand over her mouth. The room was totally trashed! Their clothes were all over the place, including the white wedding dress. They had been randomly thrown onto the floor, over the desk, the love seat.....everywhere! The mattress was halfway off the bed and there was a huge open jar of Vaseline, with deep finger-like gouges in it next to the bed. The linens were hanging off the edges of the mattress and, as we attempted to pick up some of the clothes so we could walk around the room, we could see that there were brightly colored prophylactics strewn all over the floor. Some of them were full! Neither one of us wanted to touch them with a ten foot pole.
Being seasoned housekeepers, we managed to clean up, carefully clearing
the floor while wearing rubber gloves. Nothing was really damaged,
except my beautiful book of Shakespeare's sonnets. It was lying open
one of the tables next to the bed, with a huge round red stain on it. A
bottle of red wine had been sitting on it all night long. "I would have
been so embarrassed to come down to breakfast and face us", Ashley
said, " knowing what the room looked like". "Well, they're just
teen-agers", I covered for them. But they really should have known better.
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