After birthing a sextuplet of mixes, DJ Muzak christened herself with a new name. And after last afternoon, we’re all shouting it from the mountain tops like a bunch of sticky, horny, yodelers: HOORAY FOR DJ SEX FROSTING!!
She had our hearts beating like jungle drums, and our hips grinding like a strip club from the 80s (Damn you Warrant! You always bring out the skank in me.) We all came down with a case of dirty mind; thankfully we were too hot to care (aren’t we always?) It’s okay though, because even though we can’t get enough sex (frosting), we believe in a thing called love.
Let me state this for the record–I have never not had a good time at DDPP. But I always know I’ve been part of something special when a room full of 20 plus ladies is moved to go completely ape-sh*t on the last song. DJ Sex Frosting, you whipped us up, melted us down, and spread us all over the dancefloor, and damn if we don’t love you for it. Ladies, consider yourselves frosted!