150. Let's Party
(Thursday morning) "Maximilian, I am Colonel Lucius Canyon, adjutant to Mister William Zabo. He wants you to know the final count for the wedding of Doctor and Mrs. Joseph Finch is 267 people. That will not create a problem for you, will it?"
Maximilian's heart started to pound. Where in 'God's name' was he going to get everything needed for 67 more people in less than 2 days? He needed at least 2 more top rated chefs, four sous chefs, 20 preppers, and 30 servers.
He also needed two more kitchen trucks to start preparing the meals. Regardless of how lucrative this wedding was going to be, he would never get rid of the headache he would have preparing for it.
"Not at all Colonel, we will be fully prepared for the wedding guests when they arrive. As I promised Doctor Finch, not one of his guests will be denied the dinner of their choice."
"Excellent Maximilian; if everything turns out as well, as we know it will, you can expect to see an article, bearing your name, in the finest food magazines around the world next month."
"I wish to thank Mister Zabo and you Colonel Canyon for your kind words. This will be the finest wedding ever held."
Maximilian hung up the phone, and his chest swelled with pride, but it was also about to explode. He sat down at his desk and started pounding his head on it. He had no other choice, and normally you were fired the next day for incompetence.
He called the Hyatt He called the headquarters, "Culinary Division" and asked to speak to the five time 3 Star Michelin award-winning chef, Arturo Metzler.
"Yes Maximilian, what can I do for you?"
"Chef, I have a problem only you can solve."
"Have you become so inept Maximilian that you need my help?"
"Chef when you hear my problem you won't think so."
"Speak to me, and this better be good or you are out the door."
"Tuesday afternoon, at the behest of Mister William Zabo, I was given orders to prepare for a Saturday afternoon wedding using the entire evening menu, plus some specific requests. I was told to prepare for 200 people. I just received the final headcount, which is 267 people. I have already called in everyone from our hotels, in Dallas and Houston. San Antonio is booked to the gills. Within less than 2 days, I need at least 2 more chefs..."
"Maximilian, I know what you need in the way of staff. They will be put on airplanes tonight, and be at your hotel in the morning. I will call our suppliers, and they will get everything you need by Friday evening. What do you need in the form of special foods, wines, and champagnes?"
After giving the aging chef a list of everything he needed, he told him about the trucks and extra servers he was going to need. He repeated Doctor Finch's words, "I don't want my guests waiting 30 minutes for their meals, and 30 minutes more waiting for their plates to be cleared."
"Chef, if this was a $10 wedding, or a one million-dollar wedding, and Mister Zabo was in attendance, I would make sure everything was perfect."
"I agree with you Maximilian. Who is making the wedding cake?"
"We are making it in-house sir."
"Make it early, and get it out of the kitchen. With all the slamming doors, it will break apart."
"Thank you chef, I didn't think about that."
"Do you want me to come there, and give you a hand?"
"Chef, I would be honored."
"I will be there Friday afternoon. Most other chefs don't want me anywhere near their kitchens."
"I don't understand why chef. It's a chance to learn from the best."
"That's their problem, they know I'm better than they are, and it humbles their pride."
"I don't look at it that way chef. If I can learn by looking at one of these Internet chefs, I'll make use of it. If I get a chance to learn from the very best, you can be guaranteed I will make use of it."
"Thank you Maximilian, I will see you Friday."
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Sandra just woke up, and she began beating Joseph on his back violently.
"It's Thursday and I don't have a wedding dress you bastard."
"Good morning dear, did you sleep well?"
"You leave me with your parents and our children at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I never knew your parents were night owls. The kids kept up with them step for step. There was only one person dragging and that was me. At 11 o'clock, I told them I was going home. They called me a wimp.
I told the guys who were driving me home that the person in the back seat is not going to be dead; she was just going to be acting that way. Wake her up, make sure she gets inside the front door, and you hear it lock. If you hear a thud afterwards, don't worry about it, and go on your merry way."
"What does that have to do with you beating me up, 3 hours after I climbed into bed?"
"What did you do to me when you climbed into bed?"
"I did exactly what you asked me to do."
"What did I ask you to do Joseph?"
You turned towards me, gloriously naked, and said, "Make love to me."
"I did not. I was so tired from the evening before, it couldn't have been me talking."
"Are you saying I took you by force?"
"You would never do that Joseph."
"Would you feel between your thighs and see if you are normally wet, or exceedingly wet?"
"What difference would it make? You already said we had sex this morning."
"Yes, however there's a problem. I said we had sex, because you asked me to make love to you. You said you never asked for it. Did I adhere to your request, or did I rape you? The fluids between your legs should tell you the difference."
"I would still be wet."
"Yes, but did I risk getting you pregnant by using one of our daughters extra-large, multicolored, florescent condoms. You know I wouldn't do that to you."
"You are truly a bastard Joseph."
"How can you possibly say that when our children are with my parents?"
Sandra laughed, "Don't you start that argument with me. I will really beat you up if you do. I don't have a wedding dress Doctor Finch; what are you going to do about it?"
"It may be a little big on you, because you've lost some weight. You do have a beautiful wedding dress. I guarantee it."
"You have my wedding dress here, don't you?"
