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April 12, 2008
It never ceases to amaze me how some Brides lose their ever loving mind on their special day. Correction, "THEIR SPECIAL DAY". I have to emphasize the ALL CAPS because The Bride on this particular night seemed to SPEAK IN ALL CAPS. Someone actually said that in the kitchen, "Is it just me or is she speaking in all caps??" We truly live in an electronic communication world.
We had a schedule in place and The Plan was for The Bride and Her Poor Sap of a Groom to make their entrance, find their places and food service was to begin immediately. And it all went fine until she felt like their recognition upon being announced wasn't enough - not enough people applauded and gave them their 'props'. (Her actual words...) So she rushed into the kitchen, "WAIT. WAIT DO NOT SERVE THE FOOD!" I thought there was a major crisis going down, like Plaid Clad Uncle Harry was choking on a shrimp tail. The activity came to a dead stop in the kitchen waiting to see what the crisis was. The Bride threw her hands in the air and demanded we stop because she wanted to be annouced again. "We are going to be announced again. This is my chance to truly be the center of attention. Not enough people gave me my props and by God people are going to recognize!" With that she gathered up her dress and did an about face out the swinging doors. Her Groom dropped his head and let out a little sigh, mumbled something and followed her out the door. The Wedding planner - a very elegant and together woman - looked to me and said, "Seriously... no, seriously... if she goes missing it's because I have her face down in the toilet." One of our servers said, "Raise your hands if you secretly hope that happens." We all raised our hands.
Posted by Foodwhore at April 12, 2008 10:48 PM 
What is it with brides and rushing into the kitchen? And seriously, does anyone actually enjoy themselves when the bride is all hopped up on "SPECIAL DAY"? I was so not like that. Posted by: Sarah at April 13, 2008 03:49 AM That poor man she married realizes he's Posted by: mizburd at April 13, 2008 06:52 AM The silicon chip inside her head Tell me why? Posted by: StevenHB at April 13, 2008 08:29 AM Look! Bridezilla! Posted by: Gila at April 13, 2008 01:09 PM Phew, that was a howler...I have to stop typing to a take a breath.... Well, I'm still all choked up (with laughter), but I just had to say thanks for sharing. My goodness, people are so self-absorbed these days, it's a bit much to take. Posted by: mari at April 14, 2008 07:09 AM What must the wedding guests have thought? "Didn't we just do this?" Or was there, perhaps, an announcement before the second entrance by the weary (already) DJ: "Folks, please applaud on this one otherwise we're going to be stuck here all night watching these two walk through the door over and over again." Posted by: Stephanie at April 14, 2008 09:45 AM *mumbling to self* glad I eloped. glad I eloped. glad I eloped. Posted by: Tonja at April 14, 2008 06:33 PM which is exactly WHY I do NOT photograph weddings.. and brides. (Though I think I met her sister the other day with her newborn. She had a CROWN for the newborn. And bling on her pacifier. barf.) Posted by: Karen Cupcake at April 14, 2008 07:22 PM Weddings--the #1 reason I gave up catering. Posted by: Sandra at April 15, 2008 04:26 AM My first wife and I eloped since we wanted neither mother at the wedding. My second wife and I catered our own wedding. Our big problem was the friend who decided giving my five year old a glass of champagne would be cute. So did four other friends. Ever see a five year old with a buzz on? My favorite bride story still has to be the one in Kitchen Confidential. Posted by: ntsc at April 15, 2008 07:37 AM  |