Hey DJ, Pump this Party

It has finally been done. We have finally booked a DJ. There will be music at the wedding. People will dance. They will not need to do their best rendition of Madonna's Like a Virgin or Outkast's Hey Ya. And I think I can safely say that we are all happy that my father won't be singing any Neil Sedaka or CCR. As it turns out, said booked DJ is Art's friend's sister's uncle's cousin's room mates' third cousin once removed (I forget what the actual relationship is) and so therefore we are giving money to someone with whom we sort of have a connection. We were just about to book with the Pros when we finally managed to get in touch with this guy, Rob. Now, I'm sure the Pros DJ would've rocked the house, I felt like we were settling as we had not met the dude and were only truly considering him because of the cost. We were also struggling over whether or not it was worth $200 more for the cocktail hour. Lo and behold are newest vendor costs less for 5 hours than the Pros DJ was going to charge for 4 hours (already a real bargain after having shopped around for a while). To further our good fortune, October 3 was the only available date in October that Rob had open. It is nice that something turned in our favor.

As my mother mentioned, he is another definite to go towards our 100 guest minimum.


Eh. As long as he's got the Grease remix, we'll feed him.