I swear I didn’t mean to do it. It wasn’t on my to-do list at all. I wasn’t supposed to start lookin’ a DJ till April. And then it happened. . . I got that itch.
Hi, remember me? I’m addicted to wedding magazines. Soooo. . . I just picked up a small one, you know, to take the edge off. Nice New York Weddings Magazine. Pretty pages chock full of vendor listings. Now I had every intention of just looking at florists but my eyes wandered over to the DJ listings. Just a quick peek. Naturally some of them piqued my interest. On one of my many breaks from
NOT writing my papers for class I started looking them up on the interweb. Ugh. . .don’t like you. No you won’t do either. Yikes, what do you mean you won’t play the Chicken Dance?!? It was all very disappointing. And then I found him. . .
