Monday, September 19, 2011
Wedding Fever Cured
Second weekend in a row catering a 100+ wedding for me and things got a little heated when I brought cooking work home with me. One thing led to another and I basically lost it for a second and kicked a panel in. I swear I'm not an angry person, just always mad.
I take a ton of pictures of my nephew so that I have black mail material in the future when he becomes too "cool" for his elders. Those pants will haunt him for the rest of his life.
Saw the leaning tower of Niles, IL on our way to get ingredients for the wedding. How fucking random is this? I can't even make fun of it cause its just so weird.
Wedding day where my crack team of cooks are being ever so professional smoking while cooking over the grill.
I caught the whole bridal party smoking crack before entering the tent.
Feeding 130 people all at once can be a daunting task and that is why it so fucking crucial that you hand pick your team and know how to delegate things just make sure shit is smooth.
Oh and make sure there is plenty of beer around so nerves, insecurity and doubt are taken care of.
KEEP IT MOVING PEOPLE!!
I kept thinking of how creeper I must have looked in all of the pictures taken during this speech. And yes the bride and groom are sitting on the ground.
White people dancing is like staring at a car wreck, you just kind of gawk and it becomes kind of mesmerizing after a while.
Another cool reason to have boobs. Although I do kind of feel bad for that bottle, its suffocating.
So ironic that after working a wedding, I attended a wedding brunch on the following day for the homie Joanne Yum-Gutierrez-Gonzalez-Park-Gomez. It was in an awesome space in the North side in what used to be a bank now turned massage parlor/home/thrift store? The food was awesome and all cooked by one woman so kudos to that work.
Fucking awesome. I wish I had a door like this to my bedroom so I could jerk it in peace.
I need to own a hammock before I die.
The vault is now converted to a happy ending room.
Thank you crack team of drunken asshole cooks. Stephen, Janixa (double fisting beers and hiding a beer in her tits), Paul, Caity, Crista, Andrea, Amanda, Steve, and Patrick.
I'm in a daze from the past two weeks. It was a lot of work, planning, and thinking and door kicking.
See y'all bitches.