Hang The DJ

When you have a evening of music filled with the likes of "The Chicken Dance", "YMCA", and "Hot Hot Hot"[the David Johansen song, not The Cure], where else can you be but a wedding. Congratulations to my uncle and his new bride, by the way. I was at their wedding yesterday with family and relatives and had an unusually pleasant time, considering I was dateless. Drinks were had, food was consumed, conversations occurred, acquaintances were made[!] and a generally merry time was had all around. Never did get the dancing shoes on though, considering the 'music' that was being played. In the interminable words of Morrissey, someone needs to "Hang The DJ".