So...Sunday (after the sweet 16 party---I updated the post with pictures---check it out) Sara and I met Lil Man's mom and grandparents since his visit was over...
Where I live we do not have one of these:
But there is one not far from where we met up with the fam...I have been craving a stinkin blizzard since the summer commercial showing a girl scout thin mint cookie blizzard...ok, evil people...don't advertise in an area where the closest DQ is almost an hour away...
They were packed too...only like 3 employees, but shortly after we arrived someone opened the gates and the line practically went out the door...people in front of us were starting to bail...wimps...Sara and I stood our ground...we were not going to be intimidated by the mom and grandma with 54 kids ordering ice cream...we did not come all this way to just turn around and go home...no sir...we will not be shaken...or stirred...
Almost 30 minutes later we emerged from that small town DQ victorious! It was a hard decision as to what type of blizzard to get...I decided upon the strawberry cheesequake (the employee wrote cheesequack...that made me laugh).
I hold my trophy with pride:
As does Sara:
We had to head back home...
Only to enjoy the heavenly blizzard along the way...
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...
