I used to work at a really nice wedding reception hall. It was a pretty classy place, except for our burgundy tuxedos. The main area was a huge reception hall, and on the ground was a big heart shaped lake. Newly weds would take a carriage ride to celebrate their big day, while the rest of the wedding party would wait by the lake and take hundreds of pictures. One day, I had the unfortunate duty of bringing out bridal punch. Basically, I had to load up a huge serving tray with flutes of punch for the wedding party, walk down to the lake, and stand there holding it for like an hour. Why not have a table down there to set it on you ask? Cuz that would be way too easy, it is much more efficient to just stand there and hold the tray till my arms start shaking. Anyway, I am standing there with this huge ass tray, watching the party take pictures, when the photographer asks me to take a step or two back to get out of the way of his shot. I take one step back and SPLASH!! I have just stepped over the edge of the lake, which is a good 6 inch drop into the water. As I try to regain my balance and keep myself from completely falling in I ditch the tray of punch. It slams into the ground and sounds of breaking glass echo through the scene. Meanwhile, I am unsuccessful at keeping the rest of my body out of the water and fall in the rest of the way. I emerge from the water, dripping wet, and am greeted by the laughing faces of the drunk wedding party. Fuck Bridal Punch.
- Russel
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