Typical! 01 September 2014 Franco Band Posts Its 2pm on a Saturday and we're off up Aberdeen-way tonight to have a bit of a party in Old Meldrum.First dance is in the bag, John Legend's 'All of Me' has been popular this summer so we feel pretty confident that we can go without a rehearsal. A few listens in the van and some debate over who does which harmony should be enough. (Bobby takes the low one, I'll do the melody and Adam deals with the falsetto stuff)Currently I'm in the house making sure I've packed all the most important things for a night of work; Kindle, packed-lunch, phone charger and a twitter account full of football updates. Oh, and the guitar, shirt, tie yadayadayada...The dog is looking at me like we're going for a walk but I'm afraid thats not going to happen. A four hour drive awaits. Adam and Bob honk the horn and I can see the red van in the street holding up traffic. I hop in and immediately get TalkSport on the radio. Bloody Colin Murray again. Thats ok Stan Collymore is on later. I'll mute it for now and talk to the guys. We're all looking forward to getting to Peggy Scott's service stop between Dundee and Brechin. Two fried eggs on one fried egg roll is not to be sniffed at. Also the ham and tomato omelette with chips is fantastic. If you're stopping by, say hello from us. Not to benefit you but so that we get extra chips when we go in. Thanks in advance.To cut a long story short all of our teams were beaten so the banter was a bit stifled. We'll stick to the Yes/No debate for the rest of the journey. I'll not bog you down with how we're voting because I would hate for you to make your mind up about a band just because they are voting *insert favoured option here*.Once at Meldrum house we have time for a cuppa before we get changed and load in. The load in is great up here. Van right to the door so minimal distance to carry heavy things. The bride and groom look super happy and there's a great atmosphere already so we're pretty hopeful of a busy dancefloor from the get-go. Adam is acting coy around his usual admirers but still finding ways to be distracted from the load in. Bob and I are silently jealous and mad together. Sound check is a quick one as usual because we pretty much know all of our settings by this point in the summer. Just a couple of level checks and we're away. As we suspected its a good 'un. Dancers invade the floor during the first dance and we're not sure if its planned or not but everyone seems to be having a good time and the photographer is doing her best to get everyone in. She got enough shots of the bride and groom before their floor was invaded. Fast forward 90 minutes and we're first in line for the buffet. Stovies, oatcakes and beetroot washed down with a cup of tea and red velvet cake get the Franco seal of approval.After the buffet we have a ceilidh but it seems a few of the guests have been enjoying the bar a bit too much and its more an organised rammy than a ceilidh. We ditch it pretty early on and get back to the tunes. We'll do the ceilidh tomorrow instead. At the end of the night we're packed up and out in a flash to high-fives and yet more admirers of our drummer.Its quicker to get back to Glasgow at night. Less traffic. Less chat. More (legal) speed. I get dropped off first. Its 4 am and the dog is still looking at me like he wants a walk. Should have got a cat.