Ok...so, it's been awhile since my Sweet 16 party (which when I locate the pics...I will definitely have to tell you about it)...but I did go to my cousin's this past Saturday. Let me just tell you, there were some HI-larious happenings...I will list them for you:
1-The DJ was at least 168 if he was a day...nothing against senior DJ's but hearing him say "Pussy Cat Dolls" or "Girls, let's hear it for the Jonas Brothers"...was a little odd...more on the DJ later...
Ladies Man:
Most guys that dance with me are shorter...
Shout...get a little bit louder now:
How low can you go?
Tuckered out:
3-I needed to wear my police shirt to have those girlies tone down their dancing...But even though Sara and I are in a police class we went in our street clothes:
4-Speaking of cops...yes, they showed up...too much bass---Mr. DJ was even back talking the cop...you can see this in the left hand corner...didn't stop me from moving though...
5-We "adults" requested various songs that we knew the teen crowd would probably cringe at...such as You Give Love a Bad Name, The Chicken Dance, Cotton-eyed Joe, Thriller, Shoop, etc...Their responses were funny...but they still danced...
Here I am singing You Give Love a Bad Name to Ashley...and yes...I know every word...
6-I had to relearn the Electric Slide...
DJ Happenings:
*He made an announcement in the middle of like the second song, "Sorry for the interruption, folks, but I have lost a lens to my glasses. If you find a lens that looks like this (strategically holds up his frames) please return it to me"...OK, I think if anyone did find a lens...it would have been his...
*When I went to request my first song I asked if he had You Give Love a Bad Name...he said that he had over 60,000 songs. So I replied...then you probably do...
*I went to request Hangin' Tough by NKOTB later and he gave me an odd look...during the next song he announced, "I only have New Kids on cassette and it didn't make it to my database." OK, Mr. DJ...I thought you had over 60,000 songs...and no NKOTB???? That must be one of the 7 deadly sins of DJology...
*He then walks over to my table, leans over and tells me that he doesn't have New Kids...I'm thinking...I heard your announcement, please back away...He even accidentally spit in my face several times while he was talking...I was trying to be polite...He made the comment that they (NKOTB) were probably his age....Ummm...no, sir...then he started talking about Social Security...was this really happening? Going from NKOTB to Social Security??? BTW...lots of spit action when he kept saying "S"ocial "S"ecurity...Sufferin' Succotash...
I couldn't see my face...but I'm sure I was looking at him like this (very attractive I know), plus I definitely needed the napkin:
*Now on to the Chicken Dance...We "Fly" girls are all on the dance floor in a circle flappin' our wings and such...the circle rotates and I get to be infront of the DJ "booth" during stage 3 of the chicken dance: the hiney twist...he then announces, "Shake that booty"...I so stopped...Someone please take the mic from this pervy, over salivating DJ...
*OK....now Thriller is being played...the DJ adds in his own howling during the beginning...no joke...
We will forever have these memories for Ashley's 16th B-day party...too funny!
I'll have to get the info for the DJ from her mom, but I know everyone wants him for their next shindig...just don't let him say "shindig" as he hovers over you...
1-The DJ was at least 168 if he was a day...nothing against senior DJ's but hearing him say "Pussy Cat Dolls" or "Girls, let's hear it for the Jonas Brothers"...was a little odd...more on the DJ later...
Ladies Man:
Most guys that dance with me are shorter...
Shout...get a little bit louder now:
How low can you go?
Tuckered out:
3-I needed to wear my police shirt to have those girlies tone down their dancing...But even though Sara and I are in a police class we went in our street clothes:
4-Speaking of cops...yes, they showed up...too much bass---Mr. DJ was even back talking the cop...you can see this in the left hand corner...didn't stop me from moving though...
5-We "adults" requested various songs that we knew the teen crowd would probably cringe at...such as You Give Love a Bad Name, The Chicken Dance, Cotton-eyed Joe, Thriller, Shoop, etc...Their responses were funny...but they still danced...
Here I am singing You Give Love a Bad Name to Ashley...and yes...I know every word...
6-I had to relearn the Electric Slide...
DJ Happenings:
*He made an announcement in the middle of like the second song, "Sorry for the interruption, folks, but I have lost a lens to my glasses. If you find a lens that looks like this (strategically holds up his frames) please return it to me"...OK, I think if anyone did find a lens...it would have been his...
*When I went to request my first song I asked if he had You Give Love a Bad Name...he said that he had over 60,000 songs. So I replied...then you probably do...
*I went to request Hangin' Tough by NKOTB later and he gave me an odd look...during the next song he announced, "I only have New Kids on cassette and it didn't make it to my database." OK, Mr. DJ...I thought you had over 60,000 songs...and no NKOTB???? That must be one of the 7 deadly sins of DJology...
*He then walks over to my table, leans over and tells me that he doesn't have New Kids...I'm thinking...I heard your announcement, please back away...He even accidentally spit in my face several times while he was talking...I was trying to be polite...He made the comment that they (NKOTB) were probably his age....Ummm...no, sir...then he started talking about Social Security...was this really happening? Going from NKOTB to Social Security??? BTW...lots of spit action when he kept saying "S"ocial "S"ecurity...Sufferin' Succotash...
I couldn't see my face...but I'm sure I was looking at him like this (very attractive I know), plus I definitely needed the napkin:
*Now on to the Chicken Dance...We "Fly" girls are all on the dance floor in a circle flappin' our wings and such...the circle rotates and I get to be infront of the DJ "booth" during stage 3 of the chicken dance: the hiney twist...he then announces, "Shake that booty"...I so stopped...Someone please take the mic from this pervy, over salivating DJ...
*OK....now Thriller is being played...the DJ adds in his own howling during the beginning...no joke...
We will forever have these memories for Ashley's 16th B-day party...too funny!
I'll have to get the info for the DJ from her mom, but I know everyone wants him for their next shindig...just don't let him say "shindig" as he hovers over you...
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Anonymous said...
The DJ sounds like he made the party in his own weird way. Very funny! :)
I'm hear visiting from SITs blog - have a great day! :)
October 22, 2008 at 7:51 AM
jennykate77 said...
OmGosh! I'm totally cracking up over here...laughing out loud at my desk...people are starting to stare as they walk by. I'm SUPPOSED to be working. You should put a warning on stuff like this. I so want that DJ at my next shindig...the "shake that booty" part sold me.
Do you have pics? I need to see pics.
October 22, 2008 at 10:11 AM
Michelle said...
Oh my goodness.......you should have gotten a picture of the ancient one!
October 22, 2008 at 3:25 PM
feather k said...
I didn't take my camera, but Sara has some pics...when I get them, I will definitely add them!
October 22, 2008 at 3:32 PM
♥ Becky ♥ said...
How hilarious. I don't know if I would have been able to keep a straight face as he was talking to me. :-) And what DJ i their right mind doesn't have NKOTB?????
Hope we can see some pictures.
October 22, 2008 at 4:45 PM
jennykate77 said...
Thanks for the pics...it really brings it full circle for me :) Love the pic of the "Thriller Dance"...LOL...every good party has GOT to have a little MJ.
October 23, 2008 at 11:16 AM