the best 50 bucks

yesterday, on memorial day sunday, i get a call around 12:30 p.m. t.j., a co-worker who was hosting a party at his house sunday night (with everyone having monday...today...off), calls and tells me that the DJ he hired bailed on him for a higher paying gig downtown. so he asked me to be his DJ. i said yes, ended up making 50 bucks, and had a blast djing in public for the first time.

let me tell ya, it's tiring. i went non-stop from 9 p.m. til about 1:15, and i was wiped. i think i did good. i mixed up my hip-hop/downtempo/jazzy beats nicely with 80s shit. i knew i had to bring 80s music cause i would need to play at least SOME music people there would be familar with.

at the end of the night, a slightly drunk but very excited t.j. thanked me, and told me that at least ten people had told him thru the course of the night that they loved the music. i asked him if he was bullshitting me, and he insisted he wasn't.

being the procastinator i tend to be, perhaps this was what i finally need to get my ass out in public...a last minute call, with no time to over-prepare or over-anaylze if i was ready.

now, tiring as it was, i want to do it again. i LOVED being the DJ. i LOVED being in control of the music.

i want more...