This story happened to my parents, so you will have to allow me some missing details.
My cousin returned home from his time in the service and proposed to his high school sweetheart. We all received nice invitations to the wedding and reception. I was unable to attend, but my parents relayed the fun.
The wedding was fine, despite the minister’s 20-minute long tirade on the “evils of fournication.” While I can respect those who hold that view, we all thought a message about love or committment might be more appropriate, especially since the couple were about to get married. He also couldn’t remember the names of the couple, even though this was the bride’s lifelong minister.
The real bomb was dropped at the reception. When the reception was first planned, the HC picked out their menu, and the MOB agreed to split the cost of the reception 50-50 with the FOG and MOG. They had picked out a menu of roast beef, potatoes, wild rice, and steamed mixed vegetables. They caterer was to provide table service and wait staff for the sit-down luncheon.
About a week before the wedding, the MOB left a message for the FOG saying that she couldn’t afford to pay her share and that the caterer was asking for payment. The FOG reluctantly paid for the entire thing.
Well, when everyone made it to the hall, there was nothing. No table service, no wait staff, nothing. And the MOB was nowhere to be seen. The MOG went into the kitchen area and saw some trays of chicken and mac & cheese. She called the caterer, who informed her that the MOB had cancelled the table service and wait staff and changed the order to fried chicken and mac & cheese.
Imagine the gall of someone to bail on their financial commitment to the reception, but who still feels they have the right to change the menu at the last minute! We can only hope that the reason she didn’t go to her daughter’s wedding reception was because she felt some guilt for her actions. We were later told that she was too “proud” to admit that she never could have afforded it in the first place. It’s also worth noting that the change didn’t save any money; fortunately the caterer chose not to enforce the clause in his contract that allowed him to charge extra for changes within a week of the event.
Fortunately my resilient family sprung into action and managed to cobble together some odd sets of plates and utensils (acquired from nearby churches and homes) and were able to serve the other guests, although the sight of my aunt slogging lukewarm mac & cheese in her Sunday best wasn’t exactly the highlight photo of the day.
So to all out there – it’s no shame to be of limited financial means, but “pride” is a stupid reason to set the stage for a near-wedding-fiasco. Fortunately the bride stayed composed throughout, and within a month we had all received nice, handwritten thank you notes. 0813-08
What I cannot figure out is how the caterer got full payment for what was originally contracted yet the catering service was changed to a less expensive alternative without his knowledge. Did MOB pocket the difference?