I listened as the bride shared all her exciting honeymoon plans with a team sitting near me. She shared that they were going to be gone for two months, traveling to Greece, Africa and other foreign lands. Just about everything was in place so all that was left to do was get married. I envy this time in a young woman’s life… it is so exciting!!
Monday prior to the nuptials, a wedding party minion came and asked me if I knew where to get an event tent ASAP?!? Apparently, this was an outdoor wedding and the weather report wasn’t looking too good. OH NO! Being the resourceful recognition and event specialist I am, I had several options right away, ranging from free to trading a kidney. They chose Free…of course.
Free meant getting my dad involved.
I knew he had a tent…but he was wandering around the USA with mom and some Joeies so I had to piece together his remembering where he last saw it and a few more hints on where it could be. The top was in the “frog” the legs were in the basement rafters and the stakes may or may not be in the first floor of the garage. When I asked left or right side…he said both. GREAT!
The next morning, after dad had had a chance to think and draw it out…he gave me location and status of all items. I chose to make it sound as unappealing as possible, so I didn’t have to do any work. I mean I wasn’t even invited to this shin dig…I am not really interesting in breaking a sweat. I told her we had a top and legs. Not tie downs, no stakes and not weights. She still wanted it…of course ☹
It is now Thursday…wedding is T minus two days away. At 2:00 we (meaning two co-workers and I) were going to head to mom and dads and find this tent. The bride will stop by at 2:30 and put the treasure in her car then off to the event location. We arrived, found the tent, the connector and about a dozen or so straps. After two calls to dad and three trips around the entire estate, we found the legs…..all 10 feet of them. And NO!…They don’t collapse. SHIT! We had no more time to waste, so the decision was made that the bride would make follow-up arrangements for the legs at another time. We high-fived and headed out in various directions.
No word from the bride for the rest of the day
No word from the bride on Friday either.
No one called….no one texted…..and there were no courier pigeons on my deck the next morning. We headed out for our own outdoor event and prayed for no rain.
The first strum of the guitar and the flood gates opened. Thank God for a covered stadium.
Around 9 am Monday morning….in walks the bride. Wait! What?! I thought she was off to destinations around the world. She skipped over to her GBF on the sales team who greeted her with a big hug and a thousand questions about the affair.
OH! This wasn’t even the wedding. Turns out people who were not able to make to it Greece for the actual nuptials, threw a tantrum so this was just a last minute shindig to appease them. It was in their back yard. Someone brought some wine ,and by the time it started raining; they were drunk and didn’t care.
I should have done a better job of eavesdropping