Some Words

So, it has come to the time in my life where wedding DJs are a thing I must consider. Last weekend, I went to the wedding of my good friend Brad. At this wedding I saw many old friends who I don’t see enough. There was booze, two wonderful people got married, a good time was had by all. Only one thing marred it. I did not like the DJs. I gathered that the groom was not nuts about them either. Specifically there was one point, or rather set, which stood out.

The DJs were doing there thing, and the whole event was moving along smoothly, when what do I hear? Are those the dulcet tones of “Baby Got Back?” Now, this is a fun campy song for college parties, but I found it to be a little out of place at a wedding. Undeterred, I continued to talk to my friend Ben. “Baby Got Back” then segued into “Wild Thing.” The set was taking a turn for the worse. “Baby Got Back” had camp appeal, as did the Grease medley they had played before. While I don’t listen to it at home, it has broad appeal, and doesn’t generally offend me to the point of caring. A song about a run in with a prostitute seemed a little less fitting.

Now, it turns out that Brad stepped out sometime during “Wild Thing,” possibly around the time the hooker asks for “fifty dollars to make you holla.” He returned to hear the opening of Black Eyed Peas, “My Humps,” which rounded out the three song set. Lest you think these DJs were not about class, that song Won a Fucking Grammy. Not that that means much of anything. I thought about linking the song, but I listened to it again for about two seconds and closed the tab in fear.

Brad, it should be said, has been in Japan for most of the last couple of years. He was spared the whole “My Humps” thing. So, he comes into the room, and it turns out he thought that the lyrics has just been something Will Ferrell had made up for the Blades of Glory trailer. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that it probably wasn’t the highlight of the night for him. It is a testament to how fantastic Brad and Hana are that even Sound Productions, who DJed our high school mixers, could not get in the way of their night.

In other news, if the girl and I hire a DJ and that happens, they will find the body in the river.