Blurred Line

Just returned from out of town this afternoon - yesterday was my cousin's wedding, so I trucked up to the Toronto area yesterday and spent the day hanging out with family members, eating good food, and taking advantage of the open bar (less so than last year however - at a different cousin's wedding last year, I not only took advantage of the open bar, I made it my bitch).

One thing I might not have mentioned here is that, especially amongst my family members, I have a reputation for being a crazily fun dancer. So, imagine everyone's disappointment when I only got up and danced for one song. I blame it on them, though, because no one wanted to come up with me. And dancing alone is just making too much of a public spectacle of myself.

Anyhow, the biggest culprit here was the DJ. I have a song that'll make me dance, regardless of mood, setting, or blood-alcohol level ("Gimme Some Lovin" by The Spencer Davis Group in case you were wondering...don't ask me to explain it). So, after the DJ encouraged us to request songs, I made my way up there and put in my request. He told me he'd be sure to play and I noticed that I was request #3 on his list. Fast forward to midnight. The dancing has been going on a couple hours, and still no love from the DJ. I could understand if he was playing good stuff and the crowd was really into it, but not so much. As a wedding DJ, isn't it your job to please the crowd? I mean, really.

Dancing disappointments aside, a good time was had by all. Glad to be back home, though. When I go away for a while, even if only for a day or two, I realize just how attached I've become to Ottawa. Sad, really. I'm a writer, I shouldn't be allowed to be happy unless I'm living in New York.


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