Saturday night…we had three parties scheduled and a lot of reservations on the books. So of course, at the last minute we gotta change the game plan. One server, who went home sick Friday night, called off Saturday. The boss called me in the morning, said he needed to put me on a party and call in the other bartender. Okay. But we were still short, so he called in the new girl (who’s never worked a shift yet) to work the party of 90 (a wedding reception) that would be in the big room downstairs.
There are two of us on my party, a 60th anniversary. We arrive at 2:30 to set up for a 4:00 start time. 4:15, no sign of anyone….then we find out it doesn’t start until 5:30. Great. Meanwhile, folks are showing up for the wedding reception. At the rate this is going, we’ll all be clamoring for food at the same time.
Fast forward a couple of hours……our guests have arrived….they are all standing around talking…..my partner tells them they need to start eating the appetizers as we are going to pull them in 20 minutes.
The lounge starts filling up….there’s only one server, she gets quadruple sat. Then a fifth table, she gave it to the bartender. The dining room is filling up…..the wedding reception is getting out of control. They won’t stop drinking long enough for the servers to get the food out. (Someone’s gotta take control)
Shit is happening all around us, our party is going smooth as silk. One of the servers on the wedding reception starts puking her brains out, ends up at the hospital. The most experienced server on reception is now pulling his hair out.
The computers go out. Twice. The manager is trying to get them back up, the boss interferes and screws them up even more.
We’re still smiling, our party is still smooth sailing. Until the fire incident, but even that didn’t mess us up. It was at the end of the evening, there were only about a dozen guests left. The anniversary couple were opening up their gifts, got some tissue paper to close to a candle, and caught the paper on fire. They quickly doused it out. This all happened when we were in the kitchen. (I thought something smelled funny when I went back in the room.) Upon my entry into the room, (they were all gathered around one table) they all looked like a bunch of kids who got caught doing something wrong, they all froze in place. They were in the process of rolling up a wet table cloth. They fessed up to what had happened…I told them leave the table cloth, we’d take care of it.
Never a dull moment when your livin’ life in Glitch City!
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