I haven't posted in a few months shy of forever, but I have a story! So, last night I was at a friend's wedding with my lovely hubby. It was in the mini-ballroom of a nicer wine bar that is also attached to an ungodly expensive furniture store. I don't know why they're smooshed together, but there's not much space for building in Hawaii and some things just get clusterfucked.
Anyway, things were going well at the reception when all of a sudden we hear a huge crash and a couple of screams from the dance floor. There are thick chunks of glass all over the floor. Me and several other people looked up, thinking maybe something had fallen from the ceiling. Nope.
When I went to check on my friends (who had screamed) and help them brush off glass, I got the full story. Apparently, one rather -ahem- shitfaced guest had seen my friends looking somewhere in his general direction and decided, "Hey, they want the cock."
Blocking his inebriated path was a poor glass table. In an attempt to step over the table he somehow, through drunken physics, managed to stand on top of the table...which caused it to shatter into a hundred chunks of 'Oh, shit.'
No one was seriously hurt, the drunkard was 'escorted' out of the party (The advantage of having most of the attending members being Marines), and the bride took a few chugs of wine from a flask and was fine. When I came back into the ballroom from checking on slightly bleeding guests, I saw that everything had been pushed back and a couple of slaves were sweeping up the mess.
I'm ashamed to admit that it only then dawned on me how shitty this was for them. Not only did the serving slaves have to wade through tipsy (or full on drunk) guests, balancing stacks of plates as they wove through the crowd, and make sure the ever moving water glasses were always filled, but they then had to clean up a shattered and probably expensive table because of one slosh's horn dog hunt.
I don't know what's worse: If this was their first shitty experience or if this constantly happens to them. Not the broken table, per se, but you know what I mean. Also, let it be known that the bride and groom have full intentions of paying for the table, no arguments, by tearing it out of the drunk guest's backside.
May all your custies be as serene (and sober) as a cat,
--KittyKatzchen and Company