Diary of The Food Whore: Flower Power

Flower Power

November 03, 2006

I am under no blur of reality of how things work - I know those of us in The Food Industry are not the only ones subjected to the pitfalls of dealing with the general public.

And it's not like I take pleasure when that fact is reminded to me, but I do admit that I sigh a certain sigh of camaraderie. It's a sigh of, "Oh, honey, I get it. I have vodka in the glove box and there are some pills under the seat. You know, just in case..." In fact, that is the standing joke amongst many people we work with, "Get her keys..."

This day was one of those days. We were in the kitchen at The Venue prepping when we heard the sounds of The Wedding Planner. They are unmistakable sounds of spiked heels hitting the floor, and bangles upon bangles of jewelry clanging as her arms waived in the air. All we could hear from our vantage point was, "No... no... yes... there... no... REMEMBER THE VISION.... no... ok... yes...NO." The last no was a little shrill and caused us to stop what we were doing.

Apparently the centerpieces were the wrong shade of Autumn. The Florist was steadfast in her desire to be right, and The Wedding Planner was steadfast in her desire to be right. "I said bright autumnal."

"And that's what these are."

"I wanted brighter."

"Short of fluorescent, I am not sure what you were expecting."

"Not these. Change them."

"Change them?"

"Yes. Change them at once."

"But The Reception starts in 3 hours."

"Well too bad. Change them. Give me brighter."

Before long The Florist came in the kitchen and sighed. "Want the keys to my car?", I asked.

"As much as I would love that, I would rather have a firecracker to throw in Le Bouffant de Wedding Devil - that'll give her autumnal brights..."

Good times.

Posted by Foodwhore at November 3, 2006 04:36 PM

Can I have the keys to your car? There is major drama going on in Culinary School right now...

Posted by: Daniela at November 5, 2006 04:09 PM

I can remember being trapped on a cub scout 'snow trip' years ago. In a nutshell: there was no snow.

Someone had the foresight to stash in their car an ice chest filled with much vodka and grapefruit juice. Those car keys saved many lives that night...

Posted by: jeff at November 5, 2006 10:53 PM

Sounds like the wedding planner needed orange and black decorations instead of orange and brown. She was acting under the influence of a different holiday.

Posted by: pitofmystomach at November 6, 2006 03:03 AM

There's something to be said about eloping.

Posted by: AuntJone at November 8, 2006 06:22 AM