Here is a tragically depressing wedding band story I was reminiscing about tonight on break. Ill try to make it as concise as possible. It demonstrates the absurdity that pops up from time to time. About 10-15 years ago - 1) me and the sax player set up in the cocktail area to play cocktails from 6-6:45 2) the bandleader comes and gets us at 6:45 to come set up in the ballroom. we break down our equipment and follow him. 3) Monday morning at 11am I get a call from the bandleader angry at me - Jason, did you play cocktail hour on Saturday??//yes, in fact, you came in and stopped us at the conclusion and told us to come into the ballroom//ok, because the bride says that she did not hear any music or see any music during cocktail hour and doesnt want to pay for it 4) during the next few minutes on the phone, the bandleader proceeds to warp space-time by attempting to somehow blame me because the bride didnt happen to remember whether she heard any music in a small cocktail area crowded with loud people. 5) but I was there Mr X!! I played it!! You saw us!//well, Im sorry Jason, the brides saying she did not hear any music and is not paying for it
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:05:17 +0000
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