My wife had a wedding consulting business a few years back which she ran part time. She closed it after what we affectionately call "The reception from hell". I was there and beleive me, she made the right decision.
You see, when one of her clients weddings would arrive, I was pressed into service. Usually everthing went OK, but this one reception teatered on the edge of disaster the entire evening. The wedding was at a seperate location, so Mandy dropped me off at the reception hall to get things organized 2 hours before the wedding while she went on to the church to help the bride. Much to my suprise, nothing was set up. The workers who were supposed to set up the tables had forgetten to show and I was left alone to set up tables, chairs and linens for 200 people in 3 hours.
I ran like crazy, but I managed to get everything set up. Then I realized, I should have seen the caterers by now. And where the heck was the cake? It was almost time for the reception to start and there was no food! I called the company that was supposed to set up the buffet and they informed me they would be an hour late! I told them that was not accetpable, but they said they had overbooked and there was nothing they could do. At that point in time, the lady with the cake arrived. She was the one who asked why there weren't any flowers on the cake table. Damn! How could I have missed the fact that the florest hadn't shown up?
Around this time Mandy arrived. She told me she was just minutes ahead of the wedding guests. I stuck her with the florest problem (turns out the florist was still at the church). While proceeded to try to get the champange fountain working . I had just got the thing running when the guests started arriving, along with the florest.
The DJ (The only person we hired who showed up on schedule) noticed that there was no food and that the flowers were still being set up, so he tried to distract the guests by getting people dancing. This worked, but made it very hard for the florests and the buffet people (when they eventual arrived) becuase people were dancing all around them as they tried to set up. We had a few collisions and spills, but nothing to drastic. Fortunately, this bride was much more patient than some others we had dealt with and didn't seem to mind.
OK, the food was set up, the flowers were set up. Everyone had eaten dinner. Everything was finally on track. Now it was time to cut the cake. Thats when I asked Mandy where the forks were. The look of panic on my wife's face is still burned into my mind. You guessed it, we had no forks. Worse yet, most of the guests had thrown away the plasic forks they had gotten with the buffet. We needed to do something and fast.
I approached the people who had done the buffet and asked them if they had any more forks. They did! In fact, they had lots of them! There was just one catch, they were all in individual plastic bags with a napkin the read "Pok-e-Joes Barbeque" in orange and read letters. Not a real attractive thing to place on a cake table. No problem, I grabbed the DJ and an armload of bags and we ran into another room, where we began unwraping forks as quickly as we could. As soon as we had 10 or 15 forks ready, Mandy would run in and take them out to the cake table where the cake was being served at the same time. It worked. We never ran out of forks and the wedding party never knew there was a problem.
Finally the reception was over, everyone was happy and the wedding party and guests had gone home. Mandy and I were dead tired, but glad to be finished at last.... Yeah, right! Rememebr those guys who forgot to show up to set up the tables and linens? Well guess who forgot to show up to tear down the tables and to clean up? Mandy and I were the only ones left in the building and it was 10pm, so we had no choice but to do it oursleves. Ever try to clean up for a group of 200 people with just 2 people? Ever try to do it in dress slacks and a dress shirt? I don't reccomend it. We finally finished at 2am after tearing down everything, packing it all up and mopping the reception hall (you would be amazed at how much people spill at a reception). I learned a new meaning of the word tired that night.
There was more we had to deal with that night that I don't have the time to get into (broken chanmpange foutain, flies in the champange foutain, not enough linens for every table.. the list went on and on), but somehow we managed to hide most of it from the wedding party and guests. Looking back, I still don't know how we did it.
As you might of guessed, the next day Mandy refunded her deposits for her remaining clients, reffered them to another consultant she trusted and closed the business forever.