Last Saturday I successfully pulled off my probably last wedding reception of the season. It has been without out a doubt the most emotional up and down summer I have ever had as DJ. However I was not the only one to endure challenges this year…
A couple months back I was playing at a hall where multiple receptions were being held. Two rooms over, my agent’s son Cory was running his show. Or not running it to be more exact. We spoke briefly at the begininng of the night before things got underway. My job went awesome with help from an 82 year old guy named Pete who danced to everything, including the Cha-Cha Slide. It was just great and completely stress free. When the party was over I packed up, then went over to see how Cory’s night had gone.
The room, which earlier had been decked to the nines beautifully now looked like Pamplona after the running of the bulls. The hall staff had a dazed look, somewhere between denial and distress. The floor was sticky - not uncommon after a rowdy party, but it was also…crunchy?
I crunched over to Cory who was breaking down his show. There was blood on his hands. “I don’t even know who’s blood this is.” he said.
At this point I naturally had to ask: “What the fuck happened here??”
One rule you learn very quickly as a DJ is no drinks allowed on the dance floor. When you mix liquid and glass and gravity with drunk dancers it makes a spectacular recipe for disaster. Cory certainly knew this and announced it several times, but was completely ignored by his young twenties party crowd. They weren’t going to let something unimportant like safety stand in their way of good time. The bride even yelled at Cory for having the nerve to consider her guests well being.
So sure enough the glasses began to fall and break. The floor became slippery causing more people to drop their glasses - over thirty of them, estimated the hall coordinator. It did not take long before the dance floor was coated with alcohol and broken glass.
I’m no expert, but even I know comfort isn’t top priority when designing ladies formal foot-ware. It’s pretty typical for the heels to come off the minute the music starts pumping. This night was no exception. Also, despite several gallons of spilled alcohol, a good deal of it was still ingested by these divas. Interestingly this had a numbing effect on the girls feet. Oblivious to the broken glass, they danced and danced untill they had nothing left but bloody stumps.
Ok, that may be a slight exaggeration, but it’s safe to say those girls would not be walking normal any time soon. That was little consolation though to Cory and the hall staff. As the waiters began the monumental task of cleaning up, Cory attempted to drain the beer that had been poured in to his speakers.
To his credit though he was able to positive spin on the night. Looking up with a smile he said: “That really sucked.”
Coming soon - Ryan makes a new friend in the men’s room.