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Nothing like a wedding

A weekly family column for the 100 Mile Free Press
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We had a wedding this weekend. I’ve been to a lot of weddings over the years, as I used to bartend them.

With Cariboo weddings, I’ve always found it a little hard to figure out beforehand. Some of them are more or less what you would expect of a typical wedding; with most of the guys wearing suits. Some of them, have a decidedly country feel to them while retaining the class of the event; with cowboy hats and jeans, but still all quite well put together. Some of them really take it down a step, with wife beaters and ripped jeans. Of course, nothing quite screams Cariboo like a camouflage wedding dress.

If I remember correctly, there was one wedding where the police had to be called to break up a fight in the parking lot. From a behind the scenes perspective, I always found the wedding cake a big waste. Most commonly, there’d be some big done up wedding cake in which the bride and groom made a tiny dent. However, most guests almost always would go for the catered dessert. The next day, the cake often would just go into the garbage

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One year while I was bartending a wedding at the 108, I was invited to come to the afterparty. I said, “sure I’ll come and have a drink.” However, I had to help clean up the hall first. By the time I was done, I went to the front desk of the hotel and was told “oh, yeah they’re in room 206” (I’m not sure if I remember the room number correctly). I went up and knocked on the door but the guy who opened said they’d already called it quits. So I just started driving home.

I was still living at home at the time, and it had gotten to be quite late. So my mom called the resort and asked if they knew where I was. She was told something along the lines of “oh yeah, he went up to room 206 a while ago. Here I’ll transfer you.” When my mom got transferred a guy picked up. Now I wasn’t part of the conversation, but I’m told it went something like this. “No there’s no Max here, everyone left a while ago. Wait, is your name Max?” the guy on the phone asked of someone else in the room. For a brief moment, my mom thought she was finding out I was gay.

The wedding my wife and I went to was lovely and without any crazy shenanigans. Sadly I had to go home a little early to put the kid to bed.


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