NO DDPP tonight!

In honor of taking a break for wintry blizzard love and overall mental health, there will be NO DDPP tonight! We resume our regularly scheduled shenanigans in 2011 – on Sunday, January 2nd.

So have a splendid New Year’s Eve ya’ll! Use your boner DJ mojo to create some hot playlists, show ‘em what you got on the dance floor, and don’t forget to find someone/something to smooch at midnight…

Hey – NO JUDGMENT!

Merry Non-Denominational Holiday Season!

Last night DJ Incredible Zulk got angry.  You would LOVE her when she’s angry:

She damn near wrecked the joint with her bodacious beats!  But oh, I almost forgot to mention, this was her girly mix:

Advertising execs take note–a 30 second clip of last night’s hotness is what a tampon commercial should look like.  Also, I am pleased to inform Robyn that she has been nominated as DDPP’s official mascot for 2010.  That’s the good news.  The bad news is that she’s going to have to wrestle the Incredible Zulk for the crown…

All kidding aside, I’m asking Santa for one thing this year: a time machine, so I can go back and relive this mix over and over and over again!

Woman, you bring out the lab smashing, clothes tearing beast in all of us–even when you’re feeling all pink and fuzzy!

Okay, some of you are probably like, hey, wait a minute, what happened to last week’s post?  Big sorry bout that to DJ Michelle Leslie Brown, who showed up as her alter ego DJ ReRun and threw down an “it’s almost my birthday and I’ll dance if I want to” mix.  And once I saw this playlist, I was DEVASTATED that I missed it:

Dammit, dammit, dammit!  I have been slapping my head V-8 style for the last week for missing out on this one.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOMAN!!  Maybe you can re-rerun it in 2011???

ONE LAST THING: our holiday schedule!  I’m sorry to have to tell you ladies that last night was the last ddpp for 2010.  We’re taking some time off over the next week or so to visit family, gorge ourselves on cookies, and put waaay to much whiskey in our eggnog. CLASS WILL RESUME ON JANUARY 2!

xo,

DDPP

 

Sweet Beats = Sweaty Teats

Sunday’s class was a testament to what Dance Dance Party Party is all about! A group of women together for the sole purpose of letting go, dancing their asses off, getting a great work out and meeting awesome new friends!

We had the honor of shakin’ our thangs to the infamous DJ SEX FROSTING and oh what a sweaty and liberating hour it was! I found myself transported to another dimension as the hits kept on HITTIN’! The ecstasy was tangible, y’allz.  As it so happens DJ Sex Frosting brought a HOTT entourage with matchin’ shirts!  The sexy is back and I’m ready to smear it allll over my cupcake!

One sweet treat was having Senior Den Mother Laurie Schwartz (known to DDPP as the giver of life to our own Den Mother Kelley Clink). It was her first DDPP and she fit right in! So great to have her with us!

Here is the amazing playlist that had us sweatin’ our baguettes off!!

Singin’ in the Snow

Two things happened today.  #1, the roof of the Metrodome collapsed:

Numero dos: DJ Mooo-ve It blew the roof off the studio!  Or wait a minute, was it that horizontal jet stream of snow?  No, no it was definitely DJ Mooo-ve It.  You’ve seen the famous painting of a polar bear in a snowstorm, right?

Well once I heard DJ Mooo-ve It was a big fan of cows, I couldn’t help wondering what a white cow in a snowstorm would look like…

 

This cow is apparently drinking something out of a red straw.  I hope it’s not milk, because that would just be wrong.  So very wrong.

I also thought about what it would be like if we held DDPP outdoors…

This is the closest thing I could find, and I’m thinking we’re going to have to rectify this at some point.  Any volunteers???

Anyway, thanks a million DJ Mooo-ve It!  You made us feel some sweet emotions.  Not a one of us wanted to say bye bye bye to the dancefloor at 5 pm, and it wasn’t just because Chicago looked like a snow globe in a spin cycle:

To all you ladies who stayed indoors today: shame on you!  There is no video evidence of the fun you missed, but these boys will show you how it’s done (and also prove how desperate some dudes are for a man-style DDPP).

 

DJKK

Like other illustrious folks with initials for names (R2D2, C3pO), our dear DJ tonight, DJKK seemed to hail from a land where magical things are possible.

Magic like… let’s say a flying antelope. Or… James Franco having a twin that enjoyed making out with him on camera.

No joke – DJKK’s mix was a chemical compound that made for explosive danceousity… the kind Mr. Wizard would need lab goggles for. And the magic created by adding her mix to our willingly flailing bodies also resulted in two long-lost college dorm-mates randomly finding each other in the dark, on the dance floor. Dance MAGIC Dance!

In other magical news, the kind in which one candle lasts for 8 days or something… I learned from DJKK’s mix that a song I had been “virally emailed” by my great uncle Herschel for Hanukkah is actually a real song (song #12 on her mix) that some “nice, Jewish boys” from Yeshiva co-opted and made all Kosher.

AIE! Maybe you need a little healing after watching that Hanukkah video. And maybe you’re feeling nostalgic and thirsty. Here you go, buddy. Thanks for coming out.

DD, PP, FYAO*

This Sunday’s DDPP was brought to you by the number 10:

Ten, ten DJ Lady K Studs…Mwah, ah, ah!

Yes, this week marked the 10th mix brought to us by Lady K Stud, and in celebration of this milestone she culled the best tunes from her previous nine mixes and mashed them all together into a super mega butt-busting bonanza!  It didn’t come with an album cover, but if it had, it would have looked something like this:

A thousand points and mucho respect to whoever can identify the actual greatest hits album cover beneath Lady K Stud’s beautiful, smiling face.  I’m looking at you DJ Bran…

Anywho, this is the time of year I inevitably start questioning my choice to live in Chicago.  The temperature plummeted on Sunday, and a front page article on San Francisco in the NYT travel section got me thinking about packing up the car, driving west, and never looking back.  My teeth started chattering the second I hit the sidewalk–which was iced over thick enough that at least one lady busted her bum before she could make it to class.  With the cold wind a whippin’, this was weather sure to *freeze your ass off.*

But by the end of class the room was tropically toasty and the good vibes were flowing, all thanks to DJ Lady K Stud!  We watched our feet thaw, and winter, as well as all of our troubles, felt far away.  Once again Lady K Stud reminded us that life doesn’t have to be complicated.  Good friends, good music, sweet dance moves, and a space to scream lyrics at the top of our lungs is really all we need.  Winter be damned!  There is nowhere else I would rather have been yesterday.

DJ Lady K Stud, a massive thanks from all the ladies of the world for this early Christmas gift:

Counting down the days to Greatest Hits Vol.2…

 

On the First Day of Hanukkah my DJ Gave to Me

15 killer dance jams, 14 ladies dancing, 13 sweaty armpits, 12 gals a leaping, 11 hoots and hollers, 10 perfect stretches, 9 untied sho-es, 8 gulps of water, 7 knee-hold breathers, 6 spinning women, 5 SASSYBRASS rings!, 4 falling twirls, 3 wrenched necks, 2 cotton gloves, and one DJ brimming with glee!

Yarp. DJ Sassy Brass rang in the festival of lights with a platter of super deep-fried shredded tunes that kept us spooning on our sauce and shoveling ‘em down. And…this will be the last time I ever compare a mix to a potato pancake buffet.

Thanks to all the incredible lady dancers who braved the cold to shake their thangs and up the temperature of that little studio by 11 hot degrees. I think it helps the hula dancers who use the space after us feel like they’re in Hawaii. That is if Hawaii also smelled of sweet, sweet sweat.

Check out the Sassy Brass stroke of genie-us below: