“…About 20-30 minutes after the reception was supposed to begin, the rather inebriated wedding party (14 attendants on each side, it turned out!) and maybe another 100 guests began to arrive. The barbecue had ‘gone longer’ than expected. The party was hurriedly bringing in kegs and partial cases of soda leftover from the barbecue. As they began distributing large bottles of wine onto the tables, I asked if there was any water or anything without caffeine (I was 10 weeks pregnant). Nope — I apparently missed the ‘couple of Sprites’ that had made it over, and the rest was Coke and Diet Coke. Everything was consumed at the barbecue. So I asked if there was a water fountain in the hall — nope. OK… so were there more cups? Nope — they had passed out the leftover cups from the barbecue with the wine bottles.”
“Long story short, after my rinsed-out Coke can (after my husband finished it) went missing, I was off to drink water out of the bathroom sink in my cupped hands. For food, there were strawberries and chocolate truffles, but they were also gone rather quickly. I did make quite a dent in the strawberries, though. There were toasts from people who had not given toasts at either of the previous two events. We noticed that the other Tier Three guests began to leave even before the bride and groom did their first dance. The night continued with more drinking and partying, including a giant group circle swaying to “November Rain” by Guns N’ Roses, complete with air guitar solos in the middle. I felt like such an afterthought and wondered why we’d even come.”
