Saturday night's alright for fighting.
Someone should write a song about that, eh? :) wedding in a beautiful marquee, in a very soggy field with slopes, wet gateways, and not a level area to be found. The wedding planner was tireless, and gave her job 110%. She was still there at closing, tidying the marquee! I'd done the early setup bit ( good job, which was a good move. Having had a site visit on Friday ( when people were getting vehicles stuck in the field ) I stripped down my rig a lot. Two Maui 5s, Helix and two par cans, and rustic booth.
I took over from the harpist around six, and started in a low key fashion. It was tricky pacing my playlist, and if I'm honest, I could have done a better job in some ways, as some guests reckoned I'd played bangers a bit early. Solution in their eyes? Play 'em again. Works for me.
We were proceeding in a steady manner when ice cubes flew past my ear, from a glass dropped in the fracas on the floor. Two lads were having a real go at each other, and it escalated when it went outside. My poor bride who'd been wearing a beautifully inscribed pinny to keep her beautiful frock clean from the meal came in looking like she'd just done a tough mudder race!
I think some folk left/were persuaded to leave at this point, but spirits picked up, and we had a fairly good night, although I never quite was in control of the floor.
Happy bride and groom, happy planner, and not unhappy DJ, so all good.