Back at the Oviatt

This weekend’s wedding was a testament to the power of the hour and a half cocktail hour. The line to the bar was always long, and the dance floor was always full, and that’s definitely one of my criteria for a successful wedding. The bride was beautiful, the groom was handsome, laughter was heard throughout, and the only thing that kept it from being a perfect evening was the lack of a microphone. Another thing to put on the list. Good thing my voice projects.
The Oviatt is always weird for me, because my mom used to work in two of the buildings that overlook the patio. Back in the dark ages, when I was in first and second grade. Little did I know…

This week is catching up on wedding work that had to be put aside last week, and prepping for my birthday party this weekend. Not sure how many people are going to show up, but one of my ex-brides can’t make it because she’s working crew for Motley Crue somewhere in, what did she say, Connecticut? Another one is in Hong Kong helping to build Hong Kong Disneyland. This is a great job, just for the stories alone.

So, tip of the week: If you’re hiring a friend to do, well, anything, for you, make sure he has all the proper equipment, like a mike. Another one of those things, like trashcans and can openers, that you always take for granted. Nobody’s fault, but it’s good to get – and give – a heads up.