The Wedding Coordinator

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My wedding was a small, unconventional gathering at a relatively inexpensive golf course near my home town. The facility came complete with its own wedding coordinator, who was very helpful and attentive throughout the planning.

The Night Before

The night before my wedding at the rehearsal, I found out that the wedding coordinator had quit and standing in was the golf course owner's wife. Not only did she seem to be clueless as to how weddings proceed, but she appeared to also be a bit deaf. I found myself repeating instructions and requests several times before she could understand me. As a result, I was more than a little nervous about how things would go the next day.

Walking Down the Aisle

I had a chosen to walk down the aisle to a song by one of my favorite bands. Definitely not the wedding march, nor was it a crooner classic. The song was heavy with guitars and vocals. I had instructed the DJ to fade the song out after I had walked down the aisle and reached the altar. Since the DJ's equipment had to be inside the adjacent reception hall, so he was to rely on a signal from the wedding coordinator. She was to be standing in the doorway observing the ceremony on the lawn outside.

After walking down the aisle in front of my family and friends and reaching the altar, we all waited for the music to fade out. Unfortunately, the slightly deaf coordinator was not paying attention at all. In fact, she was sitting on a bench staring into space. Perhaps she couldn't hear the music still playing. By now, the song had devolved into an agonizing guitar solo, prompting puzzled expressions from the guests. I could see my maid of honor trying to subtly--and then more emphatically--get the attention of the wedding coordinator, to no avail. Eventually she gave up, and we all had to endure the 3 minutes of screaming guitars that ended the song. It was the longest 3 minutes of my life. Needless to say, I complained to the wedding coordinator afterward. She looked at me, nodded her head, and said, "Yes, I thought that was a great song, too."

weren't any lights on inside. My future father-in-law got out of his car, went up to the door of the restaurant and tried the door to no avail. Then he noticed a sign on the inside of the door. It read: 'CLOSED EARLY DUE TO INCLEMENT WEATHER'.

Now, this was a nationwide chain restaurant, not a local Mom & Pop joint. My mother-in-law had made reservations and had even had flowers sent to adorn the tables. Yet they locked up and closed the doors on our rehearsal dinner. Needles to say, the in-laws were furious! Here were eight cars idling in the restaurant's parking lot, and in the cars were thirty-odd people waiting to eat!

(Wedding) Party of Thirty for Dinner

Back then there were only three other restaurants in our small town that could accomodate that many people. The time of reckoning had come: 9:00p.m. on a blustery night, thirty-odd people to feed, please let us find one of these restaurants open! So here we go, an unlikely 'wedding procession', tooling precariously down the highway to the nearest of these eating establishments. Thank God, when we arrived and told them of our unfortunate situation, they were more than willing to accomodate us. They saved the day, (actually, the night!), and we enjoyed good food and great fellowship!

Several years passed before my in-laws and others of the wedding party would patronize the errant restaurant. Although management offered apologies, nothing could restore our confidence in them at that time. To the contrary, the restaurant that saved the day... they gained thirty-odd thankful and appreciative patrons.

Posted by Boatwoman2

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