"How many Elvis songs do you think we'll hear today?"
"Hmm, I don't know. What counts as a song? The whole thing, or just a snippet?"
"It has to be at least one verse."
"I set the line at five."
"OK, I'll take the over for a dollar."
This was the first wedding that I ever had a monetary bet riding on. Elvis wore a spangled red jumpsuit, and was in his young-Elvis phase. He could sing pretty well, and did a decent impersonation.
The bride was lovely, and the groom wore a black silk shirt with cards and dice on it.
Exactly five songs were performed. As soon as the wedding was over Peter and I turned to each other and said, "It's a push!" We settled by stuffing dollar bills in the bride's clevage.
Two days before the wedding, the morning after I met the groom, he came up to me and said, "I had a dream last night that me and you were in the shower. There were frogs and cats around too. Then somehow she chased the animals out and came and joined us." Bev (the bride) thought this was terribly funny.