It happened. I officially deleted 867-5309 from my phone, y’all.
Now when I need a good time, I have a new Jenny to call, because DJ Jenny Effin K made the summer HAPPEN from top to tip with her full-flavor playlist last night.
From the moment we heard the whistle-toned glory of the one and only Mariah ring out during the first track, we knew this Jenny was different. This is a Jenny who UNDERSTANDS.
She’s not some fly-by-night Jenny whose name and phone number Tommy Tutone found haplessly scrawled in a public space (and is now creepily possessive of…srsly y’all – look at the lyrics.)
If I’m being honest, when I used to think about a Jenny, I’d be like…
But now I’m all…
Our Jenny is a Jenny of substance. A Jenny of heart. A Jenny to end all Jennies.
She’s DJ Jenny Effin K. And we salute her.