Electric Jam

One post in the misleading form of two? WHAT? Yes, Sunday crept up on me awfully fast this week. But does this mean all hope is lost? Not on my watch. While I was ignoring my blogging duties, I was able to experience being the DJ at a sweet sixteen for the first time. Thank god the girl who the party was for was actually popular and easy to please (concerning what music she likes. dude. she’s only 16… don’t get any ideas.), because if that weren’t the case, I’d have to find cheap ways to get the guests to get up and dance such as: the electric slide… BOOGIE OOGIE OOGIE! To be honest, the party turned out great and I am glad I helped make it fun. But I will never forget you; Rock Girl… you and your entire isolated dance circle of social “not-quites” (I can say this because once you’re DJ you can just see these things… It’s like a spidey-sense.)