A new wrinkle in the DJ biz — the overly-regimented party. We did a gig last night that was the Christmas party for a nursing home (the employees, not the old folks — although that might have been pretty cool, too). And let me tell you — I thought regular NURSES knew how to party, but these gals had it down to a science!
I guess it’s all the MaMaw-herding skillz… the woman in charge kept coming up to make announcements, like “Now it’s time to make crafts with the kids,” (did I mention there were A LOT of kids? Shudder) or, “Everybody line up to get your picture taken!” There was even a forcible game of Musical Chairs — the kids just wanted to run around the room and roll on the floor (what is that? You parents, explain to me why children always want to roll on the dirty floor!), but they were basically shanghaied into Musical Chairs against their will! Also against MY will, because party games of any sort result in A) crying when the precious snowflakes lose and B) far more Hoody-to-Child interaction than I usually allow. ESPECIALLY when they’re crying — I’m basically a man when it comes to women and/or children weeping, I don’t know what to do and I just want them to stop!
All in all, the gig went well — there were even a couple of lil’ chicas who danced right near us and flirted with Chuckweasel all night. AND, I, being the World’s Best Girlfriend as well as so self-assured it ain’t funny, DID NOTHING to stop them. Hey, it makes him feel good about himself.
Oh, yeah… it might have helped that they were 11 and 13… in another 10 years, Hoody woulda cut a bitch.