DJ Elephantcock and I, Boy 13, did another wedding this weekend. It was for his cousin, and generally speaking, when you're doing something for family, it is usually no good.
And pretty much from an entertainer's point of view, we were correct. Our day started early, because we did the music for the actual ceremony. While he was doing that, I set up for the reception. I ran for our suits. I did the busy work that he pays me to do basically.
But there were a few things there that are worth mentioning, and then there was a BIG finish!
First thing I noticed, that I hadn't seen before at a wedding, was the blind guy with his seeing eye greyhound. At the end of the ceremony, they got up, and the blind guy accidentally stepped on the greyhound's foot, because people were in the way, and the dog stopped, but the guy didn't. It just struck me as funny, this huge yelp in the middle of them meeting and greeting.
Next was the average of the crowd. DJ Elephantcock's family is old. Without a doubt, the oldest wedding group I've seen. They were so old, in fact, that I know I saw at least 6 people in wheelchair's, on the DJ's side, who were in them because they were old. Medical conditions put them there, but stuff you get when you age.
One guy had one leg, and was pulling himself around with it, in a chair. He got around better with his one leg, at his age, then I do with two. I swear he lost his leg from a cannonball in the Civil War, that's how old he was.
There was also a gentleman there in jeans, a t shirt, and a baseball cap. I pointed him out immediately to DJ Elephantcock, because it drives me absolutely wacky that people don't have enough respect to dress up for weddings.
Later, I ran into him, and he asked me where the restroomns were. I had a pang of feeling bad for my earlier comments, because the gentleman was obviously a little slow. And he was so sweet when he thanked me, I actually felt a little bad...then I overcame that, because somebody with all their senses knew he was coming, and could have gotten him a polo shirt at least.
Next were the bridesmaids. Seven of them, four preggers. DJ Elephantcock say's that his family is known for their big titties, but apparantly not known for their swallowing technique.
Part of the fun of DJing and tending bar at weddings is the what if game. You know the one...What if one of them actually got drunk and or desparate enough to consider taking me home...when the answer starts with "Put the kids to bed" or "Rub her feet because they're swollen"...it just ruins the game.
And my last observation was the little girl there with Down's Syndrome. I notice people, and honestly, they stick out. And she really stuck out, because she was Mexican, and I had never seen a Mexican person with Down's Syndrome. But it's my job to make sure everyone is having a good safe time, so when I saw her dancing by herself on the edge of the dance floor, at first it saddened me, because the other kids her age or younger were avoiding her, and playing off to themselves, and she couldn't join the others. But then it hit me...she was having a great time. For as long as they stayed, and we were playing music, she was dancing the night away, and it really did make me feel good.
And as a side note...considering the room was filled with farm kids, she was in the top 5 best rhythmic people there. These people were listening to ipods, I swear, because they weren't dancing to what we were playing.
But as time was winding down, they asked us to play longer. Now, this was a big place, and there were probably only 150 people there at its height, but the ones who stayed were having fun. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the venue had a big Cancer benefit the next day, so we could only play an extra half hour, til 10PM.
I admit, we weren't thrilled, because there just weren't that many people there, and not that many dancing. It was a big enough place we brought the powerful system, and you could hear it echoing off the back wall. But we want to make their memories happy ones, and we're greedy, so we were in.
We got the money in advance for the extra laying, from 930 to 10PM. At 930, we played the song Mickey by Tony Basil. This inspired the groom and groomsmen to slide across the floor on a beer they spilled. The first 4 went great. Then one of the groomsmen started his slide, and hit a dry spot. Others claim his feet slipped out from under him, but I had a pretty good view, and it looked like he hit a dry spot, and fell. He tried to catch himself with his hands, which did slip, because DJ Elephantcock had a good view of that, and he proceded to bounce his head off the tile floor.
He was knocked cold at 932PM, I checked my watch. Ambulances were called, he came to, and proceeded to roll over and leave his beers and dinner on the floor...it was a night that nobody would forget, and he wouldn't remember.
Being the kind and considerate person I was, I started breaking down equiptment, but the DJ wouldn't let me load up until they moved him. Me, I wanted out of there. But we did soon enough, and got home earlier than we usually do.
DJ Elephantcock said that if he knew that they were gonna slide during that song, he'd have played it at 830.
