Speaking of weddings on film ( or tape for that matter), let me share this
short little story with you.
Several months ago I was free-lance videographer for a production
company in Cleveland. We were hired to shoot this wedding for this
construction contractor with big bucks. He was wealthy enough for use to
use five cameras for the wedding and reception and wanted computer graphics
and AMIGA TOASTER posting, but enough about that.
After the wedding, at the reception, I was running a hand held camera and
was responsible for shooting "simple" things that most people wouldn't notice
generally but might find humor or sentiment in when watching the video.
Anyways, about a half hour into the wedding reception and the best man
ran outside after a long stint at the bar. Most people figured that he
was drunk and was going to heave.
Five minutes later, the doors to the hall flung open and here comes the
best man on his large Harley hog motorcycle. Down the steps and onto the
wooden dance floor. Reving the engine and squealing the tires he drove
the bike up infront of the wedding party's table and began to perform
simple tricks on his motorcycle.
Was this part of the entertainment? His friends were egging him on to
put a black circle on the floor from his back tire as the bike spun around
in a circle. He took the dare and began to do so. Three quarters of the way
through the circle he lost control of his bike. He was thrown from the
vehicle into the air as the bike slid into the gift table, spreading toasters
and blenders all over the floor.
Where did the best man land?
It appears that as he was hurled from his motorcycle he flew a few through
the air from what could have been a terrifying accident to come to a soft
landing. He landed smack right into the five tiered wedding cake.
When they rolled the drunk and slightly dazed best man off the collapsed
table, they found nothing that might have resembled a wedding cake.
"What did I do, what happened?" He asked someone who helped him up. The
person picked up the best man, began to wipe frosting off ofhis leather
jacket and explained that he leveled the cake. The best man exclaimed,
"wow" and then vomitted.
It was at this point we packed up the equipment and left.
imaginitively true.....michael k.