A LJ Flashback - Wedding DJ Suckitude
I was searching for an old post in my LiveJournal today and fell down a rabbit hole of reminiscing. Here is a post I wrote about reminiscing...wedding day reminiscing, from October of 2005.
"I am realizing that I still harbor resentment for our wedding DJ 5 years ago.
I
was a great wedding planner. I am guessing most Virgos are. I was
planning a wedding in another city, and it was all my mail and phone. I
had every detail hammered out, and the DJ was no exception. I had a
list of songs I wanted played throughout the night--first dance songs
for all our married bridal party members, and a song for my Mom and Dad.
And of course, the first dance song--At Last by Etta James. A quite
popular song, and an increasingly popular wedding song in the years
since (I had never heard it used, then three of our friends used it in
some aspect of their wedding, two of them were first dance songs and one
was a passage in their program). It was all laid out in the very handy
fax the DJ sent me to fill in, including songs I didn't want played,
etc. I confirmed with him, and all was good.
So we have our
fabulous wedding, and had some photos shot while our friends waited in
the reception room down the hall from the chapel. Then we arrive, and
it is time for our big entrance, at which time the DJ suggested we have
our first dance right away upon entering. Great, all eyes on us, we had
practiced with dance coaches for a few weeks, learning a few flourishes
to go with our song, and we were ready! So the DJ meets us at the
reception room door as we are about to commence our grand entrance, and
he leans over to me and says "So, I don't have At Last. Is there another
song you want me to play for your first dance?"
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!
I
being the cool cucumber I am under pressure, and being the Virgo I was
born to be, I look directly at him and say "I brought my own CD, IN
CASE." So we send someone back in to grab my wedding folder with all my
contracts and whatnot, retrieve the CD, and the day is saved.
That
was close to being just about the perfect way to ruin someone's
romantic memory of dancing with her new husband in front of all your
friends and family. It is a miracle that Chris even agreed to doing such
a thing, being as shy as he is, and I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't
have wanted to back out entirely if we had a different song we hadn't
practiced to.
So as I sit and listen to one of my favorite songs
in the world, thinking about one of the happiest days of my life, I say
unto DJ Guy:
fuck off and die. :)"

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