I’ve played at some pretty fancy events. One of my craziest gigs was a wedding at The
Pierre, a 5th Avenue hotel (circa $800/night). It was a magazine wedding. Legit. Often I am asked to play for weddings months in advance, but for this one I was asked the week of (and of course all communication was with the wedding planner. I had no contact with any member of the wedding party at any time).
I was practically an after-thought.
They already had a small orchestra lined up for the ceremony. Want to know what my job was? I was the hallway
music. No kidding, I played outside of
the ceremony while people walked in and out.
They hardly even noticed me. It
was so bizarre. Usually people are at
least a little surprised by the sight of a harp. But hey, the wedding cake alone cost a
staggering $10,000. It was dazzling; probably
ten tiers covered in sparkling silver-tipped white flowers (all edible, of
course. I really wanted to try one. I’m sure they wouldn’t have noticed…) I’ve
been googling to find a picture of something similar, but nothing even
compares. Although for your
entertainment, I did find this horrifying picture of a bride-shaped wedding
cake:
I guess throwing a harpist in the hallway is no biggie when
you’re used to living like that. Nothing
much has changed in the past few centuries; clearly musicians are still the low-class
slaves of royalty. This happened only a
few weeks after my own wedding. My
entire wedding cost less than their wedding cake. It’s okay, self. You had a really nice wedding too.
Follow up:
Well, I guess my memory exaggerated the size of the cake. Turns out my husband took a picture of it.
So it was only six tiers. But still.
Follow up:
Well, I guess my memory exaggerated the size of the cake. Turns out my husband took a picture of it.
So it was only six tiers. But still.
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