September 6th, 2005
|12:23 am - Weekend Update Goes to Camp (wedding edition)|
So vacation's over. Back to work tomorrow. This has been a busy weekend, but it's been a pretty satisfying one, too.
On Saturday I met with the other members of offBeat for our alto's wedding. I've known her since middle school (though she might not remember having sung next to me in Choir), and she's one of those people everybody had a crush on. She graduated a year ahead of me, and it didn't take me long to figure out (as usually happens with high school crushes) that I was more interested in the idea of being with her than actually being with her. On the off chance that we'd ever have gotten together (keep in mind that I was never interested enough to ask (which is not the same as being shy), and that she'd probably never have said yes), the relationship would have been short and awkwardly unpleasant. Besides, I get the impression that she may at the time have already been involved with the groom. I don't know him personally, but he has a reputation among my ex-roommates as being a good guy, and they have more personal chemistry on an externally visible level than most of my attached friends. And hey, at least he comes to our performances. Most of my girlfriends ever attended any of my performances. Ellen, Lindsay, you two are not included in that statement so don't take offense.
Anyway, it was a short, sweet ceremony which included a prayer for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. Afterward we went to the reception at the Crown Plaza Hotel. Dinner was served, and offBeat's vocal percussionist was the DJ. He was excellent but the music was lousy which has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with the bride and groom.
After the reception I went to Rocky Horror and just about everybody showed up: theenigma42, lord_alucardlaviorli, crabmoon, the_apricot, phil_bond, evil_jim, Jim's dad, my friend Lynnette, the tin man, the cowardly lion... Everybody. agaysexicon was playing Trixie, and dragged me up on stage to do a striptease. When he whipped off his boxers revealing a thong (and mom, if you're reading, that's as far as it ever goes), I ran screaming into the audience. It went over pretty well. I lost my voice. Otherwise the show went nicely. Big audience. Tom was drunk, so he was quite loud. There's a guy -- I don't know where he's from -- who comes occasionally and tramples our callbacks by mis-timing his (which are usually the same as ours, just too early). He showed up and relentlessly plodded through his shtick. He was on the other side of the theater so I didn't hear a lot of him. I just hope that those sitting in his vicinity heard him loud rather than an unintelligible combination of the two of us.
After the show we went to Country Kitchen where the service was pretty bad. Last time (did I write about it last time? I don't remember) both the cook and the server were relatively new, and it took us forever to get our food. This time it was the same pair, and the server decided to take our orders in a couple of groups. Unfortunately, group one consisted of myself, Jim, his father, and Caleb, and group two consisted of everybody else -- 26 people. Our orders were taken, our food was delivered, and we had finished eating before anybody else even had the opportunity to order, so you can imagine how unhappy they were. A second server was called in, and she actually managed quite well. We got out around 5:00 in the morning.
On Sunday I went to the Taste of Madison with Ellen. I was determined to eat a small variety of foods, but frankly, everything I consumed can be categorized either as "pizza-like" or "some kinda fruit smoothie." We had a good time, though, and it was a beautiful day to be downtown, even if that meant navigating through a huge throng of people in our circuit around the square.
Later on we went to r3507 and jinxedkisses's wedding reception, which was held at Club Majestic. I had not been inside the Majestic since it was converted to a nightclub, and I've decided that it's a gorgeous, gorgeous place which I will probably never visit again. Ever. I thought the smoking ban would make me more likely to visit places like that (well, maybe not like Club Majestic, but, you know. Drinking establishments.), but it turns out that I just really don't like clubs or bars, and the fact that the Maj now specializes in rap music doesn't make it any more attractive. The building is wonderful, though. They've kept the original character of the space and done a grand job of renovating it. And, amazingly, it's structurally sound, which was never really the case when it was a movie theater.
The reception was a lot of fun. The DJ was completely the opposite of the one I'd heard on Saturday night. Eric is very outgoing and makes a concerted effort to involve the audience. Kyle and Becki's DJ hardly used his microphone at all. I'm under the impression that most of the music was his choice, but his playlist -- which had a great deal of variety -- could easily have been the stuff I would have chosen for a great mix CD (or rather, four of them). Everybody else really liked him too. The Time Warp was danced, much to the bewilderment of many present.
The hors d'oeuvres were great. I discovered that I prefer cheap crab rangoon to authentic crab rangoon. There were (at least) two tiers to the cake, one chocolate and one white. I was handed a thin slice of the white tier, and discovered, happily, that it was a four-layer fruit cocktail cake with raspberry jam spread thinly between two of the layers. I am convinced that this is one of the best ideas ever, and my future wedding cake experiences shall be forever tainted by the memory of the one at Kyle and Becki's wedding.
In return I gave them a harmonica, incidentally.
My this is a long entry, isn't it? I'll be back to making smaller posts daily soon, I promise. Who on earth reads this crap, anyway? Uh... today I worked around the house and hung out with laviorli, evil_jim, renny1780, crabmoon and Lynnette. ribsinbacon and I had a conversation in which I (apparently) convinced him that the imbibing of urine is healthy and holds a great deal of religious significance (Proverbs 5:15, anybody?). For the record, neither is true, and it will not be discussed here. Maybe on his journal.
Current Mood: okay
Current Music: The Rutles -- We've Arrived (And To Prove It We're Here)
|Date:||September 6th, 2005 07:13 am (UTC)|| |
It might help to call them earlier in the evening and warn them that 20-30 people will converge at that restaurant at about 2:30. That would give them more time to prepare if they chose to.
Even if you were to call, they'd probably still be severely understaffed...actually, they probably just wouldn't believe you. Don't forget, I work in a restaurant...
The thing is, they know that they receive 20-30 people in the wee hours of the first, third and fifth Saturdays of the month. They've always staffed only one cook and one server, and traditionally it has not been a problem. They might start scheduling a different staff, but it's probably not cost effective for them to bring in more people to handle us.