They can be fun, but many of them suck so it's a mixed bag.
I played one where we were hired by a bandmate's brother. We went to the bar after loading in and were refused service becasue we were considered "employees". The groom pleaded with the event manager who showed him the contract and we had to play the wedding sober. That would have been OK except for our alcoholic fiddler who was beside himself.
The most stupid one so far was when we were hired by a bride who was an ex-girlfriend of a friend of the BL. The fiddler (different one, but also an alcoholic...hey, this is not only about alcohol!) and I arrived first to discover we were playing at a monstrous estate on the shores of the Hudson River. The bride was a college dean marrying another college dean and her father was a billionaire financier. The BL knew nothing about her background, so we played the wedding for less than $1000...vaguely remembering $600? We could have asked $6000 and she would not have blinked. There were a lot of toasts, went on almost an hour. Our total play time was less than two hours but the BL started having fun so wanted to keep playing, everybody in the band said no. We went home with about $100 each in our pockets.
Let's see, a
good wedding story? The reception was in a community hall and as soon as we started playing, the bridge and groom got up from the table and started dancing. Within minutes, everyone was on the dance floor. At the end of the night, the bride's father came to thank us for the music. He had no shirt on and was covered in sweat.
Then there's just weird ones:
We drove from Mass. up to Vermont, about 3 hours one way. After setting up, I was walking around the grounds and who do I see but a former BL!!! Turns out he was a cousin of the bride. I had him get up and do some tunes with us.
The BL told me the sax player would be there early to play a cocktail hour set by himself. When I arrived, there was a guy in accordion playing with him, and he was good! They were doing 1930s-40s standards. After they finished, I asked who the accordion player was. The sax player said. "I don't know, he just asked if he could play a tune. He was good, so I let him call the rest of the set." I told the BL and he had the guy come up for some tunes with the whole band.
We were doing back to back gigs in NH, playing an outdoor festival in the afternoon and then doing a wedding later that night. The grandfather of the bride told us he had a piano in the car and would like to play some on our breaks. We said OK, he set it up and was very good. The sax player opened up his clarinet case and started playing along. The BL told the rest of us to chill out and he let them play for an hour.
Honorable mention:
I was not playing this time, I was attending the wedding of my nephew. The band was smoking, the floor was packed all night, the best wedding band I have ever seen. Something about the bass player looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Later I was in the john when he walked in. That was when I figured it out. I asked him "Are you
Joe Nerve?". It was!
