I was standing right in the middle of a stunning $10,000 sailcloth tent, watching a world-class 10-piece band pour their hearts out, but all I could hear was a muddy, low-end thump that felt more like a headache than a…
I stood at the back of the ballroom, clutching a cold cup of coffee, and watched in horror as our CEO took the stage. He was supposed to be the hero of the night, delivering a vision for the next…
I watched in slow-motion horror as a tray of champagne flutes rattled just as the hidden brass band started their first note—it wasn’t the noise that killed the moment, but the fact that half the room was already looking at…
I’ll never forget the “Old Mill” wedding of 2018. The couple had booked a phenomenal 10-piece soul band—complete with a full horn section—for a venue that was basically a converted closet. I stood there, clipboard in hand, watching a sweating…
I remember standing at the back of a gorgeous 300-person gala last year, feeling incredibly confident. My essential checklist for successful corporate event catering was fully ticked off, and the staff were moving with practiced ease. Then, the keynote speaker…
It was supposed to be the crowning moment of an elegant wedding. I had spent months coordinating with the venue, ensuring the [top servers for a seamless wedding reception]() were in position and the [wedding catering trends to impress guests…
I’ll never forget the sound of a snare drum echoing off the exposed brick walls of a 600-square-foot urban loft. It wasn’t the cool, indie-concert vibe the couple had envisioned. Instead, it was a literal assault on the senses. I…
I’ll never forget the sound of three hundred people simultaneously cringing. It was 2017, and I’d hired a ‘singing waiter’ to burst into song during the main course of a high-stakes corporate gala. I thought it was genius. But I…
I stood there, cringing, as the groom’s father nearly clotheslined himself with a fifteen-foot XLR cable just as he was getting to the emotional heart of his toast. He wanted to move closer to the couple, to look them in…
I’ll never forget the sight of my Aunt Martha stuffing cocktail napkins into her ears at my cousin’s reception. The DJ was talented, sure, but he was playing 128-BPM house music while the 70-somethings were trying to eat their salad.…
