I was
deejaying a very upscale wedding at a country club. Everything was picture perfect. However, weddings can be a strange dichotomy
– bringing together two families. But,
sometimes you can also have one or both parents remarried (on both sides). That makes a LOT of families coming together
(and a lot of egos). In this instance
the father of the bride had recently married a woman just slightly older than
his daughter. A striking woman. A head turner (I believe that term is still
used?) During the evening we had been
requested to start a limbo line. Most of
the guests were partaking in this activity and having a great time. Then I started noticing that a HUGE majority
of the men were now standing in front of me, facing the limbo-ers coming under
the pole AND THEY HAD BIG GRINS ON THEIR FACES.
Why could this be, I wondered? I
watched for a while and then found my answer.
Every time Dad’s new wife would approach the pole, she’d raise her
cocktail dress higher. And higher. And higher.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
None. Zippo. Nada. Good
times.
There was the
time where our bride and groom did not want to cut the cake until after dinner
(which is typical in most places).
Everyone was close to finishing their meals, and I decided to check with
the banquet manager to make sure her staff would be ready to cut the cake. Then I noticed there was no cake. I wandered around. I mean, how hard is it to lose a cake? A big white one? I meandered into the kitchen and found three
kitchen staff members standing around it.
They were slicing it to serve it to he guests. I brought to their attention that the bride
and groom need to make the first slices.
Without saying a word, these women started fitting the cake back
together - like a jigsaw puzzle – then using their fingers to smear the icing
around the cut marks. They brought the
cake back out to the dining room and made sure to position the defaced portion
of the cake into the corner. No one was
the wiser.
Being the
host of the party is an important one.
You want to make sure your guests are having a good time, and you want
to make sure YOU are having a good time, as well. John and I have always felt it important that,
as the host, you should make sure your guests have a say in the music being
played. They feel a part of the
festivities that way. Yes, it is your day, but you need to think about
them, also. So… we end up with an event
where our client wanted funk. 5 HOURS OF
FUNK. Now, you have to realize, I am a
child of the 70s. I love disco. I love funk.
But 5 hours of non-stop funk? We
were funked out. Two grandmothers
approached us to play something else. We
tried. We really did. Half way through “Brown-eyed Girl” (their
request, mind you), the hostess came over and told us we weren’t playing
funk. She wanted more funk. *deep sigh*
All I can tell you was that on the way home, the only way I could come
up with “de-funking” was to make John play some Barry Manilow on the car
stereo. (What, you think I’d make him
listen to Lawrence Welk?)
So ends story
time for today, kiddies. Have fun out
there. And don’t overdo the funk!
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