We played for the receiving line at a wedding reception, for a decent amount of money. Margaret and I were invited to stay for dinner, I felt like one of the three stooges in the buffet line (no pies were thrown). Then, there was the time we were hired to play at an office furniture place at Chicago's Merchandise mart for a Nouveau Boujalais party (forgive potential misspellings). We had to sound vaguely French. I knew about three french tunes on the guitar at the time. Did Irish and Scottish songs otherwise. A woman dressed to the nines kept walking by us and finally asked if she had seen us at the Battleground Old Time Fiddler's Gathering that past summer (talk about preconceptions being turned on their heads). Have learned to ask for more money when they want musical wall paper.