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Jun 16, 2003, 12:16 AM
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Re: Oh yeah, and the DJ (LONG)
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BODY OF MESSAGE: I had a fight once with a DJ. He was a freakin' mental case - EVERYONE who knows him, cringes when they have to work with him. He looks like Marty McFly's father in Back to the Future. Oh what's that weird dude's name?
Anyway, I spoke with him prior to the start of the recep., asked about events, etc. Knowing his history, I still was pleasant, giving him the benefit of doubt. I asked him politely to give us some notice before formalities happen. He said, "It's up to you to be in the right place at the right time."
And I said something like, "And we usually are, but sometimes we get pulled aside to do other things. You know how it is..."
Well, come dinner, he takes it upon himself to sit at a guest table and he eats before we are even served in the bar (I hate when halls do this - seperate us from the guests in another room and feed us last - usually country clubs around here). So we finally get our meals and he comes over to us and says, "We're doing the parent dances and cake."
I said, "Oh, when? In about ten minutes or so?"
"Nope, now."
And he runs back to his booth and announces it. WE and the photog are scrambling to get our equip. He does not only do the two parents dances and the cake, he does the bouquet and garter and a 20 minute dollar dance!
I was soooo mad. Of course, we both ran out of tape, and the photog had to reload on film, and my camera battery was dying. AFter about 45 mins of events, I went over to him, and sadi, (admittedly I was short with him) "I asked you nicely to give us some notice. We have a lot of stuff to think about- batteries, tapes, film. All I asked for was some consideration and the courtesy of advanced notice. So please, in the future, give us some advanced notice."
(To this day, I still can't believe I confronted him - it's soooo not in my nature.)
He nodded his head like a mental patient. I walked away to calm down, back to where we had been eating (our meals were removed by this time, so we never got to eat). He comes over to me, points in my face and says: "I DID give you notice, you were to busy sitting over here feeding your face."
I snapped back, "Excuse me, but coming over and saying we're doing it NOW is NOT giving us notice. And for your information we JUST got our dinners. WE weren't so rude as to sit at a guest table..."
I don't remember what exactly transpired after that - we were snapping back and forth, he pointed in my face (I swear if we had been alone he would have smacked me), at one point he called me a btch and I accused him of being unprofessional, blah blah blah. Anyway, I told him, "Get away from me; I'm finished with you." But he wouldn't stop. I got up and walked away - he followed me. I kept telling him, "Go away, are you nuts? Leave me alone. Get AWAY from me." He kept stepping in front of me to block me, like a five year old. At this point, guests near the bar were starting to notice, which sucks.
He finally stopped when he looked over and saw my husband watching. (My hero- he stood there and watched the whole thing - thanks for the help, dude. "Well, what was I going to do?" he later said to me. sigh)
At one point, the DJ went over to him and said, "I don't know what's wrong with your partner. She started out nice and sweet, then she turned on me."
Brian said, "We need notice." And that was that.
At another point, the DJ yelled at the photog: "Stop taking my bride!" B/c they went outside to take some pics before grandma left, at the bride's request, by the way.
I later found out from the bride that she was on her way to the bathroom and he grabbed her and said, "We're doing the parent dances now." She had no idea it was going to happen either. I later spoke to the groom and apologized, just in case anything got back to him. He was so cool about it - said, "Don't worry about it - we're kind of annoyed with him right now."
But the dude still continues to get bookings - not referrals, but bookings. Don't ask me how.
Thanks
-Jenn
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