An Engaging Predicament

Missy has provided me with the duty of arranging our caterer auditions. I hope to have them all prepare their most exotic dish, line up in a single-file line, dress up as clowns and perform acrobatic stunts as we partake in their cuisines, judging both the quality and quantity of the food and their acrobatic brilliance. I doubt that any caterer would be so inclined to participate in such a bazaar activity. The contingency plan is to call up each caterer and obtain a menu. Then select the cheapest three and arrange a meeting with each to do the taste testing.

I'm not that excited about the food bit. I've never really paid any attention to wedding food. We'll have an open bar, so even if the food in rancid, people could always find consolation in a cosmopolitan or solace in southern comfort. People tend to eat lightly at weddings anyway. Nobody wants to dance all night bloated and farting to the beat of the macerena. I say that we have an arrangement of appetizers and astronaut food. This way nobody is left unsatisfied and nobody fills with gas.