Our one-off wedding band was almost called "The High 80s" which would have been more than appropriate given the recent Seattle weather patterns and the fact that our setlist was dominated by selections from the John Hughes era of FM radio.

But then Josh had to go and make some sort of quip about, uh, extra testicles -- and "Tres Huevos" it was.

Kyle was cool with it. After all, it was his wedding.

Our nightmare scenario was the first song would clear the floor and we'd end up playing to a handful of drunk stragglers. As it happened (and I have this on good authority), the fact that we opened the set with an all-male rendition of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," led by a large blond man dressed in orange, turned out to be an unintentional stroke of brilliance, as everyone immediately got it.

I wrote earlier that the thing about wedding bands is the idea seems super-lame until you're actually in one (which I think applies to cover bands as well as karaoke). The secondary reward comes from watching people pour out onto the dance floor, bride and groom included, people young and old, people dancing with kids and babies, etc. Scoff all you like, but when the audience has your back, belting out the chorus to "Livin' On A Prayer" along with you, everyone wins.

Tres Huevos dissolves back into Explone and Kirby Krackle this week.