Time for a side note - If you know my father, you are aware of the fact that he has a story or an experience for just about any topic you bring up. So when i told him where the bridal show was held, his eyes lit up from underneath his boonie hat and from behind his "Clic" glasses (if you do not know what clic glasses are, I suggest you google them, it will only add to the charm of envisioning him). He started a long winded recollection of going to the hotel as a child for breakfast on weekends. Breakfast was served in The Tap Room in the basement of the hotel. It had beautifully painted murals of harness racing on the walls and the kitchen was exposed to the diners by a large glass wall. My father's favorite part was the soft boiled egg cooker, and despite not being a fan of soft boiled eggs, he would order them regardless just to see the contraption work. From there he expounded on several other eateries that no longer exist.
I however, did not get a chance to explore the building, so the Tap Room is lost on me. But if I am ever back there again, I think I may inquire about it.
Back to the bridal show... about 150 brides came through, browsing cakes and caterers, djs and photographers, wedding planners and caligraphers, and of course florists. If fiance was in tow, he had perfected the "bobble head" manuver was all smiling and nodding as I rattle off my spiel. Kudos to those brave men on the fore front of the wedding battle grounds. By the time we got done, there was cake frosting everywhere and the two disc jockeys were competing with one another from across the ball room. Time to go! But all in all it was a good day, we had several brides-to-be interested in our services, whether it be planning, specialty linens, or flowers. We went home happy campers.
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