I think I can imagine how that wedding day will pan out.
It reminds me of a wedding I worked at when I was at uni. I was a dechhand/bartender on a cruise boat on Sydney Harbour. We did loads of weddings, and corporate functions and the like.
One afternoon we did a wedding and when I saw the list of requested booze, I thought it might not end well. It was mostly beer and bourbon - way more than I could imagine 70 people drinking.
They were a pretty rough bunch and I could sense a bit of tension - possibly due to the bride being fairly pregnant.
Half an hour into the 4 hour cruise, all the blokes had their ties off and shirt sleeves rolled up (loads of tatts) and the bourbon was getting a pretty good nudge.
An hour in and the first scuffle happened. They broke it up and it looked like the two familes retreated to separate camps - one family on the upper deck, and one on the lower deck.
Then it was lunch and usually there would be speeches. Except nobody wanted to say anything. It was so odd that I thought I should say something. So I had a go and got them laughing and I said some nice things about the bride - I had heard a hundred wedding speeches by then. I tried to get somebody else to say something, but nobody was keen. Then I got the 'happy' couple up to cut the cake. I handed them the knife and a woman yelled out: 'I know what I would do with that knife.'
Things got pretty shabby after lunch. I let the water police know we might be needing a hand, but there were no more scuffles.
We dropped off all the guests on the south side of the harbour. They were all pretty keen to get off the boat and as we pulled away I could see a few of the blokes shaping up to eachother.
Then we headed over to Hunters Hill wharf to drop the bride and groom where their car was. I was cleaning up the bar and heard them having an argument about the cake. Most of the guests weren't interested in taking any so there was lots left. The top tier of the cake was untouched. The groom stormed over, grabbed the cake, tossed it all into the harbour and then went outside on the front deck to smoke.
The pregnant bride burst into tears and sat on the floor. I got her onto a seat and tried to get her together before we pulled up at the wharf.
Before I had tied the boat up, the groom leapt onto the wharf, bolted up the hill, got in the car and drove off.
We had another cruise to do, so I had to get the bride onto the wharf. I had to carry her and sit her on the wharf and then prise her hands off my arm.
To this day, I have the picture burned in my brain of this pretty, pregnant bride sobbing on the wharf and waving at me as we pulled away.
It reminds me of a wedding I worked at when I was at uni. I was a dechhand/bartender on a cruise boat on Sydney Harbour. We did loads of weddings, and corporate functions and the like.
One afternoon we did a wedding and when I saw the list of requested booze, I thought it might not end well. It was mostly beer and bourbon - way more than I could imagine 70 people drinking.
They were a pretty rough bunch and I could sense a bit of tension - possibly due to the bride being fairly pregnant.
Half an hour into the 4 hour cruise, all the blokes had their ties off and shirt sleeves rolled up (loads of tatts) and the bourbon was getting a pretty good nudge.
An hour in and the first scuffle happened. They broke it up and it looked like the two familes retreated to separate camps - one family on the upper deck, and one on the lower deck.
Then it was lunch and usually there would be speeches. Except nobody wanted to say anything. It was so odd that I thought I should say something. So I had a go and got them laughing and I said some nice things about the bride - I had heard a hundred wedding speeches by then. I tried to get somebody else to say something, but nobody was keen. Then I got the 'happy' couple up to cut the cake. I handed them the knife and a woman yelled out: 'I know what I would do with that knife.'
Things got pretty shabby after lunch. I let the water police know we might be needing a hand, but there were no more scuffles.
We dropped off all the guests on the south side of the harbour. They were all pretty keen to get off the boat and as we pulled away I could see a few of the blokes shaping up to eachother.
Then we headed over to Hunters Hill wharf to drop the bride and groom where their car was. I was cleaning up the bar and heard them having an argument about the cake. Most of the guests weren't interested in taking any so there was lots left. The top tier of the cake was untouched. The groom stormed over, grabbed the cake, tossed it all into the harbour and then went outside on the front deck to smoke.
The pregnant bride burst into tears and sat on the floor. I got her onto a seat and tried to get her together before we pulled up at the wharf.
Before I had tied the boat up, the groom leapt onto the wharf, bolted up the hill, got in the car and drove off.
We had another cruise to do, so I had to get the bride onto the wharf. I had to carry her and sit her on the wharf and then prise her hands off my arm.
To this day, I have the picture burned in my brain of this pretty, pregnant bride sobbing on the wharf and waving at me as we pulled away.
