Played for a wedding on a Scout Camp last night. A huge marquee had been erected and the grass covered with matting. It looked nice, but the matting managed to conceal pot holes and divots, bigger than the hole in my tooth. One of our musicians, who was wearing high heels nearly broke their neck. (I told our Trumpet player that he should only wear them in the privacy of his own home)
As is required by the standards agency for Weddings, we had 2 blokes dancing together and a lone child dancing on the floor , using the moves they had seen on the prog My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.
A precious moment last night as we played Pennsylvania 65000. A lady from Pennsylvania was in the wedding party? Turns out her telephone number was 35000, but I think she was pulling my plonker?
The only downside to the night and a major one at that, was, there was no bar!!!!!!!
Now for a musician this is tantamount to a major world disaster?
However, one chap went out and bought some bottles to survive the night, so all was indeed well.
I asked the Groom where he and his new wife were spending their first night together (I am nosy like that) and he replied 'In a tent, next to this big tent'
Nice!!!
The wobbly floor managed to nobble one of our instruments and my fellow Trombone player got a dent in his bone.
It could have been a lot worse.it could have been mine again???
Nice Buffet though and I thoroughly enjoyed the German Bean Sprout Surprise. I don't know what the surprise is though.......
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