The wedding dinner
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 12:10 pm
My least favorite part of the whole thing.
The wedding dinner venue was a big dining hall just outside the village down the road in the commune.
It’s big. Seating about 600-700.
With a giant cooking area to match.
One of the big reasons for the fail was the makeup/costume people. The previous occasions they used locals. Very attentive, anticipated issues. These clowns from the city, nope. All the guys wanted to do was chat on their phones to their many boyfriends about how they wanted to spend the night with them and not their job. I had two complete outfits at the compound. Suit jackets, pants, ties, shirts. Only used one set for the ceremony. These guys said, no need, have all.
What they had was one set of clothes, all in extra small local size. If I squeezed in fine. They otherwise didn’t care.
Most of the evening was attending the collections box.
Greeting the guest on the way in and thanking them
on the way out. And in between, changing outfits and taking photos.
Supposedly there was a slideshow of the engagement, pre-wedding photos, and wedding ceremony, I never got a chance to see anything.
I even heard there was a dinner. Never got any. Too busy chasing clothes, taking photos, meeting and thanking guests. Thank goodness missus fed me cookies and water all night long to keep be from collapsing from hypoglycemia and dehydration.
Was called my for the wedding speech and dance.
Had to go around the blessing table 3 times for luck.
Make a speech.
And missus threw the wedding bouquet twice.
On the first throw, it hit the ceiling and hit the ground. On the second throw, a gay guy caught it, but her married friend grabbed it from him.
The dance.
And yes, that’s me wearing only a t-shirt. They costume people brought only 1 small sized dress shirt and didn’t care if it fit or not.
At the end night, all the donations are collected and and the next day expenses are tabulated
Thank god it’s over and I survived.
The wedding dinner venue was a big dining hall just outside the village down the road in the commune.
It’s big. Seating about 600-700.
With a giant cooking area to match.
One of the big reasons for the fail was the makeup/costume people. The previous occasions they used locals. Very attentive, anticipated issues. These clowns from the city, nope. All the guys wanted to do was chat on their phones to their many boyfriends about how they wanted to spend the night with them and not their job. I had two complete outfits at the compound. Suit jackets, pants, ties, shirts. Only used one set for the ceremony. These guys said, no need, have all.
What they had was one set of clothes, all in extra small local size. If I squeezed in fine. They otherwise didn’t care.
Most of the evening was attending the collections box.
Greeting the guest on the way in and thanking them
on the way out. And in between, changing outfits and taking photos.
Supposedly there was a slideshow of the engagement, pre-wedding photos, and wedding ceremony, I never got a chance to see anything.
I even heard there was a dinner. Never got any. Too busy chasing clothes, taking photos, meeting and thanking guests. Thank goodness missus fed me cookies and water all night long to keep be from collapsing from hypoglycemia and dehydration.
Was called my for the wedding speech and dance.
Had to go around the blessing table 3 times for luck.
Make a speech.
And missus threw the wedding bouquet twice.
On the first throw, it hit the ceiling and hit the ground. On the second throw, a gay guy caught it, but her married friend grabbed it from him.
The dance.
And yes, that’s me wearing only a t-shirt. They costume people brought only 1 small sized dress shirt and didn’t care if it fit or not.
At the end night, all the donations are collected and and the next day expenses are tabulated
Thank god it’s over and I survived.
I paid $10 each for 2 of us 6 courses about 5 years ago in a village about 2 hours from town. At least 300 guests, probably more. severla tents