There is no doubt it was my NYC honeymoon that wasn't. I decided to go alone and just get away from all the sad stares. Apparently my mom had called ahead to alert the staff to nix any champagne surprises and instead I walked into a Kimpton-curated "pity party." Wine and chocolate and comfort food...a note saying, "sorry life sucks today." They had also removed the pillows on one side of the bed, and moved mine to the middle! Absolutely everyone was so incredible to me.