Like an MC at a Fever in the DJ Booth

And so it is. Air Supply was not played at the party. But MTG had a great time anyways, even though it wasn't a party for us.

The funny thing is I prepared the list including all the songs that were on the preset list. And as I was playing the preset list this happened. One of the guests, a little old lady, (I just don't say that, I mean she was old and little and frail) came up to me while I was playing the pre-chosen song "Because you loved me" by Celine Dion (I playing this song reminding myself that this is what is wanted by the host) and said matter of factly, "This song sucks. Look you've cleared out the dance floor! Play something we can dance to."

I couldn't help but smile, I wanted to hug her. But I had to inform her that this was the set list that was chosen and it was not exactly up to me to not play these songs. Besides at that point they were cutting cake and no one was dancing anyways. But a few moments after this older lady tells me this, the husband of the couple who's anniversary it was comes up to me.

Him: Hey can we kick it up a notch. Who choose this music?

AD: Your daughter did. And heck yeah I can get this place moving.

He looked at the list and asides from a few songs to keep, he pretty much gave me free control. In no time at all I had electric slides, soul trains, twists, salsas, merengues, and everything else going. Everyone was sweaty and having fun.

Sadly I didn't get to dance but to all but two songs with MTG. My setup was less then stellar. I actually got there early but the person who had the keys to the club house was no where to be found. And when I did get there, about 30 mins till starting time, I was aghast to find that there was no where for me to set up or a table to put my stuff on like I was told there would be. So basically I set up my speakers at the far end of the dance floor, plugged in my amps and mixers and everything else; set it around a lone chair I was able to steal from a back room, and played the music from my laptop that literally had to sit on my lap almost the entire time.

And funnier is that there was nothing to drink but water and tea, so MTG brought two bottles of wine and left them in the car and snuck out every now and again to get us some drinks. Felt like we were in school. But I'm glad everyone had a good time.

Do you wanna dance?

MTG: Can I change the channel?

AD: Help yourself.

MTG goes to the stereo and flips through the channels on the XM receiver. She goes through everything at least twice and finally stops on XM Classics (classical music)

AD: In a classical mood?

MTG: Some what

I listen and read some more from a new book I picked up. MTG is flipping through an interior design magazine and humming along to Chopin.

We sit in silence blissfully listening to the music and reading. I'm actually staying at a friends house right now. They asked me to house sit and I jumped on the offer right away. Let me put it this way, stay at home in a regular house, or stay at my friends all inclusive luxury town house for the next month while their gone. MTG is staying this week with me. Hmmm...yup, luxury town house it is. It's not a huge space but it's very spacey. My friend has great tastes in design so it's very modern contemporary. The best part is I'm only 10 minutes away from work instead of 40. Huge plus.

The down stairs of the town house is opened and large. No tile or carpet just stained ultra smooth cement floors on the downstairs. Very..(ok I'm gonna break my own rule here).."Classy".

I look at MTG as she flips through the magazine blissfully enjoying the music. I think to myself that I should ask her to dance. It's the perfect little area to.

But then I think of how I used to abhor dancing and now again, if given the choice won't. I think all guys do that though. We know most girls like to dance and they want to dance with us. But most average guys have no rythm, like me. Ok well I have some rythm now, I took dance classes a few years ago. (Don't laugh I know you're laughing, aren't you!!??) But lets face it. Most of the time we look like some rythmless druid on the dance floor when we're at a dance or wedding, or club.

It takes courage for us to ask a girl to dance. When we don't know how, it's like deliberately putting yourself through an embarrassing slow death. I won't even begin to tell you how I used to dance before I learned. Ok I'll be honest, I like...how to explain it. Ok I originally learned to dance by watching Bugs Bunny or Tom & Jerry dance on cartoons and emulating them. Hey Bugs has got moves. But lets just say that I shouldn't have followed them.

Anyways, I'm sitting there thinking these things. MTG smiles at me and is twirling her feet in little circles as she lays on the couch.

I think to myself, "Ask her stupid!! Not like there's anyone here to see you." I put my book down and stand up. I turn around and take one of MTG's hands. She looks out from over the magazine cover with a puzzled look.

AD: May I have this dance?

MTG looks puzzled but giggles profusely.

She stands up and says, "Yes you may." I take her hand and hold it up and put my other arm around her as I lead her into a waltz.

In actuallity I'm counting the steps in my head as we dance. Fortunately she doesn't notice. But she dances very well and is light on her feet, so I all I have to do is lead. We dance till the song ends. MTG is a great dancer and was surprised that I asked her to dance in the first place.

MTG: So....what was that all about?

AD: I just wanted to dance with you. That and feel you up a little........ Just kidding.

MTG: Yeah sure...(she says with an evil smile)

MTG: Wanna dance to something else?

AD: Uhm....ok