I sang at a wedding this afternoon. In my time, I’ve had to deal with quite a few unpleasant brides, but this afternoon’s broke all previous records.
First, she was almost an hour late getting to the church. It’s always irritating when brides are late, and, I think, very rude to the clergy, guests, musicians etc. For some stupid reason they seem to think it’s “traditional”. But at least most of them limit their tardiness to about 15 minutes or so.
So while we waited for her to arrive (and she was staying at a hotel about 500 metres away from the church, so the “traffic” excuse proffered was obviously a lie), we sweltered in the choir gallery singing practically every piece in our repertoire to keep the congregation quiet.
The nuptial mass itself went OK. Then, after it was finished and we were leaving the church she came up to us and accused us of not singing the pieces she had asked for. We had of course, but she just hadn’t noticed them. In fact, we sang one of them twice during the signing of the register because they took such a long time. And for good measure, she took a swipe at the organist about “all the mistakes she made while she was playing”. Needless, to say there weren’t any mistakes. Thank goodness I’d already got the money from the best man before the mass. Otherwise I bet she’d have refused to pay us.
What a bitch! We were all glad to see the back of her. I pity that poor groom.
Heh. On our weading day the DJ couldn’t find the song we wanted for our first dance. Guess he didn’t check first. And it was a Beatles song, not exactly rare.
So we danced to a different song. Whatever.
Like someone said, this is supposed to be a happy day. I pity that groom.
You are kidding, aren’t you? Bridezilla knows no gender or sexual orientation. Bridezilla is an all-consuming force of nature. Same sex marriage creates the ugly possibility of TWIN BRIDEZILLAS! Arrrrrrhh!
Tenar (Who married her late beloved wife some 11 years ago, sans Bridezillas.)
Sweet Baby Jesus…deliver us from brides! I was catering manager for several large hotels and what ultimately drove me from the food & beverage end of the business was the brides and their mothers… It was like trying to work with wildcats! Nnnooootttthhhhhiiiiinnnnngggg was ever right…
The problem is the bridal magazines and shows about celebrity weddings. Nothing in reality could ever come close to the weddings they portray. Fantasy and reality get all mixed up in the brides’ and mothers’ minds.
I will scrape gum off the sidewalks in front of a hotel before I will ever deal with weddings again…
Maybe there is a method to her madness. It’s an old trick, often pulled on wedding bands, photographers, caterers. It’s the old “I’m fishing for an excuse to not pay you”. Watch out for it.
More news about that ghastly bride. I was talking to the priest this morning after mass. Apparently the bride also made some unflattering comments about the state of cleanliness of the brass on the altar yesterday afternoon. In fact, they were as immaculate as they always are. The sacristan was furious.
Yes, Desmostylus, I’m aware of the irony. But I do think there’s a bit of a difference between a general who uses delaying tactics to disconcert his enemies and a woman who can’t even manage to travel 500m to be on time for her own party.
I was gonna say… you guys have heard of Esprix, right? (Ooooookies!)
I decided years ago, no more weddings unless I’m paid up front. My band was stiffed one time on the reception (a call from our lawyer friend cleared it up), as was a string quartet who accompanied me (and did other music) at a ceremony. NO MORE.
(Ooooookies!)