A couple friends of mine went to a wedding last weekend and had some funny stories to share! The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Don't worry, this didn't happen in San Diego. Read all the way to the bottom. That's why it's important to budget well for your food.
We just went to a wedding this weekend. It was at Tropical Golf Club. It's nice there. The couple arranged for a Mexican dance -- exhibition, I think I would call it. The dance troupe led by Senora La Danza went on for some twenty minutes. Then she had a singer come up... Oops, wrong music. After a bit of discussion at the sideline, they continued with the wrong music. Mexican karaoke... Maybe she just didn't practice for THAT song. Senora La Danza comes back up and she's clearly flustered. She starts yelling for her dancers to come back to the stage, "somebody go to the bathroom and get the kids out! Tell them bring the flags!!!" "We were supposed to do a 45 minute program so we prepared for it, but we're told we have to cut it short.... Where are the kids?!" This ranting went on for over a minute. I don't think Senora La Danza knew that she was PART of the entertainment...not THE entertainment. She was ready to give the history of Mexican dance. Loose cannon started scolding people while she was on stage. It was very uncomfortable, enough to make Cassandralee and Wanda run away from the table to get dessert. They couldn't watch.
Hello, Cassandralee here...I have more to add. Okay, and then toward the end of the wedding one of the waiters came around to all the tables with big brown boxes. Inside the box were smaller boxes. He told everyone that the boxes were for the plates on the table. Everyone had a gold rimmed clear glass charger at their place setting to put their plate on, so he said it was ours to take. So all the plates were packed up, many of the guests left already, and we were at the table talking about what the heck we would do with a giant gold plate?!? Where would we put it? It's so giant! Wanda said we should donate it to Goodwill. Then we hear murmurs about a lady out front saying we cant take the plates although no one comes to tell us. So once we hear there is a question about the plates...oh good, we're leaving it. As we leave, we find out that Fiona...who ever that is...either the bride's friend or the wedding coordinator had rented the plates!!! Oh well, she lost some.
It doesn't end there. The bride's mom was scary. The whole table that her family was sitting on was very loud. Even grandma and grandpa. Maybe she was drunk. Maybe they were all drunk. The groom's brother, who was the best man, gave a speech which was nice and mushy. I guess it was too long for her because she started to heckle him, saying "Oh come on! Hurry up! Soooo long..." I don't think he heard her. Barneyj didn't hear it and he was sitting closer to her. Hmm. That's not all. When the best man gave his toast, THAT was something else too. He said something in Spanish like cheers or congratulations and then burst out into Banzai! Banzai! Banzai
It all was quite entertaining to us but the bride was mortified. She was your classic bridezilla up until that point. Poor thing. But the funny thing is, she doesn't even know the half of it since she was sitting at the head table. And then...who said it's okay to wear shorts with frayed bottom and slippers to a nighttime wedding!!!! Or a too short pumpkin dress with slippers when you are clearly too large and it doesn't cover enough skin??? ICK. The food was great, though
