Jeremy and I have already posted on our love of attending weddings and I can vouch for him being one of the more entertaining wedding guests OF ALL TIME. Actually, I lie. Jeremy and I have never attended a wedding together and so I cannot regale you with tales of his chicken dancing, his talent for toasting, or about that time when he tripped while coming off the dance floor and had to be rushed to the emergency room to get a splinter taken out of his palm. But we both have some weddings under our belts and I know that he enjoys partaking in the merrymaking as much as I.
This past weekend I went to a family wedding and was a little disappointed, at first, to see a DJ’s table in the reception hall. I don’t mean to offend any DJs or aspiring DJs out there, but I have to confess that when I get to a wedding, seeing a DJ setting up is almost as bad as seeing that the lead singer of the band is sporting a serious mullet and white platform patent leather boots. You can’t help but start conjuring exit strategies and calculating how much time is appropriate to spend tolerating the music before you can ease out the side door without offending the new couple. Things could be worse, I’ll admit; a cash bar or some Disney theme …
After the cocktail hour (during which my date and I dominated the bar and thusly were the most obvious candidates to welcome a DJ enthusiastically), we headed into the main room to welcome the bridal party fresh off their photo shoot, toast the couple, eat, and ultimately, dance dance dance. Only, before the toasting commenced, the DJ had us twirling our napkins over our heads while he paraded around the room in a chef’s hat and managed to get one unlucky fellow (who happened to have said yes when I suggested attending a spring wedding in Connecticut) doing the twist as a demonstration for the whole table. I was downing drinks faster than a pre-teen who had just discovered virgin piña coladas and anticipating high tailing it after the cake.
And then somewhere in there, the DJ became totally okay. It was fun hearing songs I hadn’t heard in forever. It was fun spending the entire night dancing. I saw my date’s face light up with unbridled enthusiasm when a country favorite was played, my niece jumped at the chance to dance to some Train, and my mother almost cried when Lady in Red started to play. There was some line dancing, some twisting, some Charleston-ing and some confusion explaining to my mom that it’s okay for two women to dance together – thankfully she got over it and I was able to throw her around on the dance floor a little.
And all of a sudden, my anti-DJ stance went out the window and I owned that dance floor, despite the pain my being out there caused any innocent bystanders. And maybe the lesson here is that alcohol can make anything fun. Maybe it’s that we shouldn’t let our stereotypes stop us from having fun or changing our hell bent stance on something. Maybe it’s that with a little help (be it an informed friend, a strong drink, or an unexpected encounter), an experience we weren’t anticipating or even one that we were dreading, can be a hell of a lot of fun and even memorable.
Although, and this is the one draw back of a DJ, I come from a singing family. An overwhelming, enthusiastic, and very loving family that happens to love to jump up on stage and start singing, especially at weddings. My sister has one of the best voices I have ever heard and thankfully, it’s usually her that’s up there. The one draw back of a DJ is that were one to sing, it ultimately sounds like karaoke. No matter how stunning the vocals. And that is where the band comes out the clear winner in this comparison. Because while karaoke is fun at a dive bar with friends and a healthy sense of confidence, a wedding is neither the time nor the place.
And yes, I was most definitely trying to convince the DJ to let me up there for a few songs on Saturday.