For the second time in as many weeks, both of our regular Wednesday Den Mothers were down for the count with nasty cases of The Crud. I’m sure their employers appreciated the “doctor’s notes” they e-mailed in, though:
Happy as usual to step in, I was joined in my efforts to hype the crowd by DJ Sex Frosting; together we greeted NINETEEN other women, including more than five newcomers. Guess that Red Eye article really did its work!
It turns out these ladies didn’t need much warming up, though. DJ Pelagic Magic worked the room over with a mix that kept us in that very comfortable middle area (you know, like the pelagic zone) between “What just happened?!?!?” and “Oh no she di’int!!!!!” Our newbies were bustin’ loose like pros in no time and not givin’ a damn about what kind of reputation they might be getting. I’m not sure what kind of mind control our DJ was using, but any memories of slippin’ on icesheets to get to the studio that evening were completely erased by the first strains of “Walkin’ on Sunshine.” And don’t even get us started on the song from “Hairspray.” Our sweaty selves really, really NEEDED her to stop the beat! But she wouldn’t!
DJ Pelagic Magic, YOU put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp. YOU put the ram in the rama lama ding dong. Heck, you can probably do wardrobe changes as quickly as this lady, too, and we look forward to seeing it the next time you DJ. Soon, please??
(Note: I particularly like how Brandy’s all, “Ahhh, I dunno…” at first but then Hasselhoff’s just BUYIN’ it from minute one. Obvs.)