Looks like this week is the Trifecta for me deejaying...
Tuesday, I had to jump in and spin tunes for the Night Of Crap. (DrFran talks about her sculpture and surprise in her podcast).
Today was supposed to be Build Day and Get Will To Buy Land In SoHo Day and Help The Wife In The Garden Day.
Um... no.
The Delicious Diva Rockin suffered a hissy-fit from her new Mac laptop, leaving her silent and weeping.
Dance With Diva on Thursday Nights was in jeopardy, but another Diva strode in to Podshow Island's Factory dance club to save the day...
(I'd been hoping to build up props for the Thirteenth party, but fires must be put out first.)
(Um... only pitchers get saves, Cee Rap, not batters... well, unless you're Brad Lidge, that is.)
Okay, so I was off at Best Buy picking up some tracks for the Friday the Thirteenth Party at SoHo's Docks when I get a face full of attitude from the local Thai restaurant.
No Pad Thai for your truly, I suppose. Turned back home, grabbed some ice and beer, and arrived to... to...
Where's the backup Deejay?
That's when I got my ass in my chair, my shoutcaster riaa.isfullofcrap.com humming, and the tracks spinning.
Diva's long-lost anorexic 2-meter tall sister with a scythe (CEE RAP'S MOTTO: "Scythe goes with everything. It's the new black!")
Dance to the music of the stars!
The Dancing Dreidels make their appearance, my unleavened backup dancers!
What I didn't have to spin, Jenny Jenny threw my way with deadly accuracy. Love ya!
The King Of Kicks, Dedric's got the blue hair and electric boots.
Cee Rap happy. Cee Rap proud. Cee Rap even got tips despite not asking for any or putting out a tipjar.
Once again, Cee Rap grabs Trouble by the nutsack and kicks its ass.
Unless another Deejay wishes to step in and take the reins for a bag of Lindens, the Deejay for tonight's Friday The Thirteenth Party will likely be the first appearance of "Commander E=Mcrap."
Well, unless Winamp's crossfader and mixer craps out on me again.
