Ahhh, Good news. Not only do I get to be an usher for the Conner/Jackson wedding (September 3rd), but I am now the official DJ. Oh yeah! This is the stuff dreams are made of (that is if dreams had substance and then if it wasn't cloud-matter, but maybe if it were marshmallow). I now have promission to talk about sex (their sex specifically) in front of everyone related to or aquanted with Michaela and Jeremy. Not to mention play the music and make announcements here and there, but mostly sex-talk. They have no idea what they have gotten themselves into . . . none at all, muahahaha.
This will back fire on me one day. I'm certain.
More good news. Today, I have decided that I am a creative genius (we'll see how long this lasts). I made this decision after picking up a work of art that has just been lying around since freshman year and finishing it. Now this normally wouldn't be any great feat, but my style has changed and last time I looked at this work to finish it, I said "Heck no, I don't care if your parents want it finished. It is crap. Horrible, awful, and I want it destroyed." Instead it went to another corner. Until last night. With the twin's parents' looming arrival and my being bored I decided I would finish the monstrosity. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah and blah great and I think how I decided to overcome the problem was brilliant. I just hope the twin's parents can appreciate it. If not I'll keep it.
Pictures later,
Clay
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2 comments:
"hey mr. dj put a record on"
I have this visual of you with big headphones on behind a table with record players, scratching back and forth making it a rave-like atmosphere instead of a reception. You may have the best job at that wedding.
If only I could do that . . . it would be so much fun, but alas. I would prefer a rave setting.
Also the sex-talk has been nixed (Angela told Michaela), but that is fine. Sex is overrated anyway (that and people are just to darn impish about it . . . it makes me want to go into a church and yell PENIS!)
Thats that,
Clay
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