Saturday night my Hubby had a DJ'ing job at a bar not to far from our house. We loaded the car to the max. Fortunately for us this place had speakers. Not that
DJ Professional doesn't have speakers he does. However, the speakers are extremely heavy and neither him or I wanted to tote them up and downstairs.
The bar ended up having the exact speakers
DJ To of the Line owns. We were both so very thankful. As soon as we get there my hubby asked the manager on duty, "Do you have stands for these speakers?"
The Manager replies, "We got rid of those. We like to keep the speakers on the ground because when it is low it doesn't bother the gamers as much.
SIDEBAR - For Non Vegas Residents. A Gamer is a person who gabbles. Most bars have their regulars and even though an occasional party seems good for liqour sales most bar owner's want to please the regulars. I thought both Hubby and I understood the managers concerns. He nodded his head when the manager spoke as if he understood. Why would I expect anything else. As you could probably guess, That wasn't the case as soon as we were outside my hubby asked, "Can you go home and get my speaker stands?"
I quickly responded, "Did you understand what the manager said?"
"I can't DJ with speakers on the ground!" He said with disgust evident in his voice.
Little did he know, yes you can. You just leave them on the ground. You can still plug in a turn table, people can still hear it and music will still flow.
What he meant to say is he didn't want to play with speakers on the ground. I tried explaining to him, "As a business man you should try and meet your clients request, if he is the manager and he wants you to DJ with the speakers on the ground, you should DJ with the speakers on the ground."
"Just go get my stands I won't turn it up too loud."
We (me and
DJ Stubborn) went back a forth a couple of times before I gave up, but only because I felt my mobile phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled my Instinct from my pocket and slid my finger around the screen into I got into my text messages. My girl Gina was texting me. We started going back and forth when
DJ Stressed said, "I don't know who you are standing there text messaging but these doors ain't going to open themselves."
I looked at his hands, they were full. The bar doors were closed and he looked uncomfortable. I rolled my eyes and opened the bar door. Right after that I jumped in the car and rent home to get his speaker stands.
When I returned to the bar he was moving quickly trying to get everything set up.
DJ Creative had assembled a nice little DJ booth. He invited me inside. He noticed immediately that I still had on my flip flops. He said, "You forgot to change your shoes."
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really forget, I didn't want to change them. I know that
DJ Work a Nerve hated when I wore these particular flip flops in public. Not because they were raggedy or pink (my favorite color) but because they looked cheap. They looked like house only slippers. He needs to get over his prude like ways. It is Vegas and flip flops are in all year round. Even these flip flops he hated so much but my husband still wore socks and boots in 100 plus weather.
DJ Unbreakable is the hardest man to change.
I told him to look around the bar. The dress code was so casual. "Come on," he said, "You can't dress like that in front of your friends."
I guess he felt that because Gina and I negotiated the deal I knew the party goers. He was wrong and I stated, "I don't know these people."
His upper lip curled. Before he could say anything else I decided to go home and change. Not only did I need to get my black heels I needed to get my emergency set of nerves because
DJ Annoying was working my last one.
When I got back to the bar in attire that meet my husband's requirements things ran smoothly. We finished the final setting up. We moved around his custom made DJ booth as if we were sequenized swimmers. After we were completely finish setting up he had me in stay in the booth. I was tossing him CDs and burning music on his laptop while he spun records on the turn tables. His music was hot, drinks were flowing and the party goers where moving.
We were in the booth when this drunk little chick came over. She weaseled into the DJ booth and went on and on about this and that making sure to roll her tongue when speaking in her native language (Spanish). No, my husband doesn't know Spanish but she did it to be sexy. However she was more slopexy with it. That would be a mixed between sloppy and sexy.
Her action could've been sexy had she been sober. She twisted her hair around her finger and rocked her body back and forth as she asked my husband about his origin and complimented his accent. Then she throw her arms in the air to show us just how wild she could be.
She paid little acknowledgement to me focusing most of her attention on
DJ Sexy.
She did occasionally smile at me as if she was assuring me her behavior was alright.
She thought she needed to be so close at one point she leaned over his turn table and her almost unnoticeable beer gut hit the stop button. The music came to a halt.
DJ Trying to Work it Out didn't panic. Before pressing the play button he told her, "You turned off the music."
She pointed to herself and asked, "Who me?"
I was fed up. My hubby could sense my vibe. Finally he put his hands on her shoulders and guided her in my direction. "My wife can help you with whatever you need," then he looked over his shoulder to me and said, "I think she's trying to request a song, she needs help with something can you handle this?"
My eyes said with pleasure but my mouth didn't move. She turned back to my husband and pouted. He spun around and gave her the back of his head. I tapped her and said, "What do you want?"
She asked, "What should I request?"
I thought to myself, why is she even over here if she doesn't have a song in mind. I was pissed! I didn't know what she should've requested but I know she was begging me to snatch her up by her long brown hair and drag her to the dance floor and then request
DJ Sweetheart to play
Don't Mess With My Man by Nivea and breaking it down to her like High School Musical. Yes, me J- singing and dancing to don't mess with my man because seriously, I would be the one to bring it to her.
I was pleased with the
DJ Hubby's behavior. We enjoyed the rest of the night. After the party wrapped up he insisted I stay relaxed on the sofa. He packed everything up came inside and snuggled with me in the bar. After he finished his beer he walked me to the car and we headed home.
