Event Weekend

I'm a little nervous - excited and nervous, my first event is this weekend. I think the nervous part is based somewhere around the fact that I have NO idea on what I'm doing. The first event is said to be the hardest, however, and it's not like I haven't been in front of people... I mean I've been on stage as an actor for years. But back then I had a script... I don't have a script this time. I have a checklist, and a 'guide,' but so much for memorizing the order of songs, I have to play this one by ear.

A DJ doesn't preset his/her music for the night. At least one shouldn't. The point to this is. you never know what kind of dancefloor you'll be in front of. The challenge is working the crowd, and getting them to react to the next song. Then, if the next song is better than the last - it's everyone out on the floor. It's about timing, understanding, and energy. The DJ has the control.

But I'm not there yet, which is why I'm nervous. Wish me luck, I think I'm gonna need it!

In other news, tomorrow night (Friday), I will be hosting a live broadcast on my online radio station, DancePhoenix. 7pm MST to 9pm, that's 9 - 11pm EST, I will bring you a hot warm up mix, plus we're gonna talk and joke - it's going to be a lot of fun. I hope to see you all there. The show will be called "The Friday Night Warm Up Show"

So, anyway, that's going to be a good time. Man, with broadcasts, events, school, and work - Is it going to be possible to fit a girl into any of this? I guess it'll be like a booty-call basis only... which I don't know if I'm comfortable with. OH speaking of girls I have a story. Shit I almost forgot I said I was blog this story! OK hold tight...

So about a week and a half ago I'm hangin out with friends, jokin around and such, at the pool hall. In walks two girls that seems to know one of my friends. One is shorter, short blonde hair, a definite surfer-girl wannabe. I say wannabe because it's really hard to surf all the time when you LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT! Move to Cali if you want to surf for cryin out loud. The other girl, however, was much more practical - and extremely beautiful to match. Well I couldn't help myself - I had to say hello. What made things better - she has a personality! AND on top of that - she was done with her BA and she was moving on to her masters degree... this girl was very impressive. I was intimidated, but with further conversation I felt more comfortable, and talking to her was very easy. So now at this point I like this girl. She's got all the right things, definitely a girl I can take home to mama. But, alas, at the end of the night - no big deal, I didn't get her number or anything, it was over. So I got over it! No more girl, I'm done with it. So this past Friday, we go to a party, and I meet an equally beautiful woman. Same build, give or take, of the masters degree girl, just a little bit crazier... OK a lot crazier since we played strip poker and I saw her breast about seven times because she just got them pierced. Masters girl was definitely long gone.

SO when I go to the bars the very next night, and I see her there - who did I remember? The girl from Friday, not the girl from Tuesday. I said the wrong name, and I felt like an idiot. So I got her name wrong, still no chance with her at all. Fine. No big deal. That doesn't mean she had to lower herself to underneath my foot. Her surfer girl friend started talking smack about me while they were still right behind me. Kate happened to be standing right next to them. Soon after I found myself being shoved out the door to the patio because Kate was about to smack the shit out of the surfer girl, and masters girl was no exception. She told me they had been talking shit and I was all for her knocking them into next week. But after a few beers, it became more of a laughing matter - us laughing at them. Yes, I made a loser mistake - it happens my brain doesn't work normally when I'm infront of beautiful women, but her? After I thought so highly of her they have to start talking shit? Nope, you, my friend, don't deserve anything from me. On the way out of the bar we walked by them. We almost knocked them over when we tried to get past, they were being hit on by these guys, and they made a point to place themselves right infront of us, as if we would be in envy? That's about the only thing they should get, oafy, loser poorly dressed dudes. There's the bar, girls - buy your own drinks. Sorry I forgot your name, Bitch.

On that note, I'm done. See you soon.