Not long after my girlfriend and I got engaged (which wasn't too long after we met), we went out to a show on at 16th and Valencia in what used to be a firehouse. I forget what the place was called at that point, since it changed hands a few times, but it had a really high ceiling and I'm pretty sure I saw the Del Rubio Triplets in the same space a few years earlier.
When the 11 pieces of El Camino struck up with obscure classic 50s mambo, we elbowed each other and said "That's it!" and started dancing. After the show we hauled the trumpet player off the stage....Yes, they would play our wedding! That was that. I don't think we even had a date set yet, to say nothing of a venue, caterer, cake, or flower arrangements. I hadn't even asked my brother to be best man yet. But we had the band.
Solamente una vez. Then we cha cha'd until they told us we were out of time on the room, and the bride and groom were supposed to leave first anyway.
El Camino Cha Cha Orchestra (18:00)
That was fifteen years ago y todavía tenemos el mambo.