Monday, August 25, 2008

Making Letters With Your Arms is Fun

Somewhere along the line, I came down with my first illness of any kind* in over two years – a cold – prior to the anniversary party. It was almost as if my body was preemptively rejecting the very notion of having to play the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance and say cheesy things like “alright, let’s get everybody up and dancing.” Sadly, my mind knew I had to be there at my post. The body was offering the out but it was overruled by a misplaced sense of responsibility.

So with mucus descending my nasal passage, I ascended the deejay platform and performed, I must say, remarkably well. The musical transitions were seamless. Considering the vast majority of the crowd was 65+ years old, the dance floor was occupied (until, apparently, 9 PM curfew hit or a coordinated attack of hip dislocations struck). One poor misguided woman requested some Charlie Pride or something they could dance the “two step” too. Having no Charlie Pride or the faintest idea what a “two step” was, I mumbled something about ‘seeing what I could do’ and then proceeded to launch into some Flo Rida and Soulja Boy. Ten minutes later, the woman had left. Problem solved. Don't mess with DJ Nitmos.

As the evening progressed, the tone of the song requests became increasingly bizarre. A nine year old requested Cheap Trick’s “I Want You To Want Me” dedicated to her parents. A drunk in-law requested “Me So Horny” dedicated to his mother. I assume there was an inside joke there. I hope.** I was happy to oblige. You want to turn this bus to the insanely bizarre? I’ll do it and hit the accelerator cackling maniacally all the way.

I hit all the old favorites: “Celebration”, “Wild Thing”, “Brick House”, some country tunes, and some oldies for the Blue Hairs in attendance. And then, scanning my list of available songs, what did my wondering eyes stumble across? Why, of course, "Y.M.C.A." by the Village People! How can it be a party, nay, par-tay, without "Y.M.C.A"?

This rocked the joint. Arms going alphabet crazy over the heads. The faint odor of Ben-Gay wafting up to the deejay booth. Oh, what a party we had!

Good food. Good music. Great deejaying. No strokes. No heart attacks. Only one case of the funky cold medinas reported.

Post party, my cold started to subside. It couldn’t stop me so it surrendered. DJ Nitmos was in da howse and rocked it old school.

Literally.

*Besides my taco experience on the way to the Boston Marathon.
** We were in northern Michigan after all.
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Still battling the last vestiges of the cold, I decided to hit my 16 miler Sunday night and just see how far I could go. The good news is that the piss quality beer served at the party didn't seem to interfere with my long run. In fact, it probably helped me drop the 'e beforehand. Thanks Budweiser! Thanks for being more worthwhile going out than coming in!

16.0 miles
1:54:12 time
7:08 pace

25 comments:

Erin said...

Arms going alphabet crazy. Hilarious.

Russ said...

but what about the chicken dance? i had the unfortunate experience of introducing my son to who let the dog's out? this weekend (in reference to my friday adventure)....so guess which song i heard no less than 20 times this weekend along with 4 year old interpretation.

good job on the bud fueled long run...just remember beer is full of carbs!

Marathon Me said...

That's a nice pace for a 16 miler. What's the time goal for Detroit?

Sarah said...

Thanks Budweiser! Thanks for being more worthwhile going out than coming in!

There's a reason it's called "Buttwiper" around our house (to go with its twin, "LaSplatt's").

And WHAT? NO "MACARENA"??!!

Vanilla said...

Just remember, you don't play around with the funky cold medina.

Jess said...

You didn't let the oldies break it down to the electric slide?

Good to hear you introduced them to some Soulja boy though (yeaaa...I can do the dance....yea it's embarrassing for everyone haha!)

Roisin said...

Congratulations on finding a practical use for Budweiser.

Kristina said...

You should quit your job and be a wedding DJ. I like symmetry.

Meg said...

That reminds me of 7th grade dances...sadly, I guess life does come full circle! Feel better!

*aron* said...

sounds like a fantastic party :)

Marcy said...

ROFLMAO at Vanilla!!

Oooohhh dude, I would've paid mad money to see DJ Nitmos in tha house.

That one dude had the right idea. I would've TOTALLY asked for "Me So Horny" for my Mom also. Just to see her face would be priceless :P

tfh said...

Once again, I have appeared supremely unprofessional by attempting to read this blog at work. In my defense I made it as far as the nine year old requesting Cheap Trick before giving in to the uproarious laughter.

Glad you felt good enough on your run and hope you didn't infect all the elderly people (except for the ones that deserved it).

Blyfinn said...

What no "Cotton Eye Joe"?!?

Michelle J said...

Yep tfh me too on the uproarious laughter. You had me at So with mucus descending my nasal passage!!!

Your run, however is not funny, it's downright amazing!!! I wish i knew what it felt like to be able to run that fast!!!

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KimsRunning said...

Oooooh....I'm not sure which I'm more impressed with....that you're a DeeJay or that you ran 16 miles in my precise "dream" time for my half marathon on Oct 11th. Sighhhhhh....you just got it ALLL, huh Nitmos?????

Vava said...

Your problem solving skills are awesome! Was there a "Aaaaiight! Move along, Betty!" in there somewhere?

Adam said...

Had your deejaying resulted in a mild stroke or two, would that result in an increase in street cred, or a decrease?

Jodie said...

Sounds like you used my running playlist...

Nothing better than running to MC Hammer. Glad you beat out the cold.

theloosemoose said...

No "I Will Survive"? I would think that'd be especially appropriate for an anniversary par-tay.

Scott said...

Ahhh, DJ requests bring back memories. At my wedding someone told the DJ to play Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" as our last song because it was our favorite. It wasn't. But it became or fav. How can you not like: "You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more... You got the peaches, I got the cream,
sweet to taste... Do you take sugar? one lump or two?" Rock on.

RazZDoodle said...

So no Danzig?

Wuss.

Charlotte said...

"arms going alphabet crazy" - oh my. First your post over at Fitarella and now this... I might pee. Must go add your blog to my reader now:)

nwgdc said...

1. "Don't mess with the DJ Nitmos." You never fail to force me to laugh out loud. Absoulutely hilarious. Can I reserve you for a future Giebler family reunion?

2. My wife has an uncle named Marty, who, in a prior life, indulged a bit too much in the ilicit substances. He has forever changed, but I refuse to call him or refer to him as anything but "Mar-Tay Mar-Tay the one man Par-Tay." Your post was the first time I've ever seen someone else use the term "Par-tay."

3. You think Budweiser is bad beer? Get yourself some good ole "Milwaukee's Best" (aka the Beast), "Old Style" (aka Old Pile), or Blatz (aka Splatz). Then you'll be living!

Viv said...

What a two step is...Oh no how offensive to us Texas over here..

LOL, on the hip dislocations!!

Glad it was a great time.

sRod said...

Thank you for the fantastic pictures you just created in my head.