Then: we went to a concert in B'ville and see this excellent Chicago tribute band called Chicago Transit, who also performs lots of Motown-style-stuff under the name Powerhouse, and suddenly the fiancee's thinking, "Hey, wouldn't that be amazing?" And I reply, "Um...eight-piece band? Budget? And will they fit in the barn we're thinking of for the reception?"
Her plan, budget-wise: cut the food. Put out some bowls of potato chips. Okay, she's kidding. But something would have to give, and it's not like I planned on spending much on a dress.
But, nothing ventured, nothing gained. So, we tracked down the band (not easy, let me tell you), and the next step will be for Ms. C to call them and find out a) this is so far outside of our budget options we can just forget about it, or II) maybe not.