It started with a phone call one night before my wedding day. He says that I need to pay my last $400 and that we needed to talk about changing the price before everyone gets there. So I was finishing my wedding stuff before the wedding the next day witch started in the afternoon.
I drive over to the restaurant to pay it and he starts talking to me about the price. I of course said no, and he threats to not do the wedding party if he doesn't get an extra $500. He thinks just because I invited 100 people that those people are going to show up. We said 80 people, we called them and asked how many people max can that room hold and now he wants to charge me. How do I get that money on the day of my wedding when I should be getting dressed for your weeding?
So my step mom comes in and pays the $500. We didn't have a choice he got us in a corner. Either pay have the rest of the day happy. Or get all 80 people that was invited leave the wedding hungry. I think I still have all the paper work.
That place is a peace of crap, I was in the restaurant bus. Before. So I look around before I leave and I see holes in table cloths, burns, and all the glasses and forks and knife were all dirty, with lipstick, and prints. I told him to re clean everything. He tells me he will get his waiter to clean it with water. Really? Because I used rubbing alcohol. I don't know how people can eat there.
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