We recently had our wedding here, and there were so many things that went wrong, it was almost comical. The fiasco started at 9:30 am, when I watched their delivery driver accelerate, despite the utility lines being visibly caught on his truck, ultimately tearing down the transformer, resulting in a total power outage. This was not a matter of an unpredictable "act of God," as they tried to tell me it was. This was a preventable incident resulting from negligence, and was the responsibility of the inn, though they insisted it was not. An inn charging the prices they do and who caters to weddings, should have a generator capable of powering the inn in these types of emergencies, but they did not. The power outage disrupted every key part of our wedding—from getting ready in the dark, to essential vendor delays, food complications, and critical ambiance issues. Guests were uncomfortable, and many of the elements we carefully planned and paid for were compromised or lost altogether. It is not enough to simply say that efforts were being made “behind the scenes.” There was a distinct lack of communication, leadership, and proactive care. Many guests witnessed the chef and other staff cursing and drinking shots at the bar early on in the morning, which explains the lack of professionalism. The "director of events" should have been there onsite since the debacle started, but she didn’t get there until after 2 and I had already left to get my hair and make up done, which I had to arrange myself. I had to go to another hotel to meet the make up artist, and sit in a camp chair, because the inn made no arrangements for us. They actually sent her initially to a dark room with no electric. I still could not tell you who was in charge or who was the manager. My maid of honour had to instruct the staff of what to do. She told them to make a bar outside, serve cold apps, and prepare to move all the tables outside if things aren’t fixed by 5pm and we will grill and do dinner outside. Luckily the electric came on minutes before I walked down the aisle. Then, even though we paid for an open bar, my husband had to get his own bottle of Jameson (which is the only thing he drinks) because they ran out on Thurs night, despite us informing them that was all he drank, when we went for our tasting. When I complained about this, instead of an apology, we were reprimanded for bringing our own bottle because we were putting their liquor license in jeopardy. To top it all off, one of the servers was extremely rude to my nephew and when I told her she is not to speak to my guests that way, she started screaming at me. This was all because my nephew went behind the bar to get ice for his drink. If she had been doing her job, an open bar would always have a bartender, and he would not have needed to get ice. But her attack on him and myself was uncalled for. I heard later she was rude to everyone she encountered. Then when my uncle got upset because she was yelling at m
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