It is the busy season for catering.
September is not only a popular time for people to get married (I work a lot of weddings) but it is also the time for the local universities to stroke their employees and for people to party in the name of
Devils and
Heels.
This weekend I worked a rehearsal dinner in the
Pope Box at Kenan Stadium on the campus of UNC.
"This is a nice place for a party," said one guest as he approached the bar.
"Yeah, especially if you're a Tar Heel fan," I said.
He grimaced and said, "that's the thing, most of us here are
Wake Forest fans."
Oh the irony.
Because you know how
Wake fans can be.
I also worked two school functions recently. One was a party for new students at UNC's graduate program for
pathology.
A lively bunch indeed.
Another was at the
Hart House - the home for Duke's president - which was a
reacharound, er, cocktail hour for
tenured professors.
Then there was a series of wedding receptions, one where a drunken guy
danced to the music with his toddler
backpack'ed to himself. This same fellow, after his son fell asleep, took him off and laid him on a blanket under the magnolia tree behind my bar.
"Looks like yer also gonna be doing some babysitting," he said to me as he laid his kid down on the ground.
They almost left without him.
Some people shouldn't be allowed to have kids.
At another wedding, some guy showed up in a
kilt and asked where he could park. My Egyptian co-worker confessed he had never seen anything like it. I told him he was probably going to play the bagpipes during the ceremony. Then the wedding party showed up and all the groomsmen wore kilts.
I told him I had never seen anything like it.
Just the other night, while moving some rental equipment (china, flatware), a few of us spotted this gigantic spider.
"Be careful," said one of my co-workers. "It could be a
brown recluse". I told her I thought it was far too big to be a brown recluse. See came over to look at it as another girl took a picture of it with her phone.
"Yeah, brown recluses don't have all that fuzzy stuff on their backs," she said agreeing with me.
I moved the container that the spider had set up shop in over to some bushes and attempted to tip it so that the spider could go back to nature but the spider fell to the ground and when it hit the cement an explosion of tiny dots radiated out from the arachnoid.
"Oh my," said the girl with the phone.
"Guess she was a mama."
I immediately thought of
Charlotte's Web.
I have catered on and off for the better part of fifteen years.
