Saturday, DJ Elephantcock and Boy 13 rocked a wedding, and as usual, a good time was had by all. DJ Elephantcock was displeased by his performance, but the dance floor was full, the bride thanked him for making it a special night, and we got paid...so SUCCESS.
And it was a struggle, I'll admit it. No internet access, the WiFi couldn't connect where we were. Luckily we brought the case o' CD's, which saved us for an important dance. The portable hard drive had some files go corrupted, so of course it was the files we needed.
We also went as far to run to Wal Mart to get some cd's, because they insisted on certain songs. Well, the groom did. I haven't decided yet if he's an amateur DJ, and knew it all, or just wanted it perfect for his new wife. I'm leaning towards the first.
But even through all that, we had time to make a scientific discovery that may save mankind.
I'd like to say that out of 6 bridesmaids, 3 were D-tacularly endowed. And of the 3, two were mainstays on the dancefloor. Of the two, one had rhythm, and the other was listening to her own music, I'm guessing some early 80's new wave.
So her dancing consisted of bouncing, hopping, shaking, and shimmying. I'd like to thank her for that. I have NEVER seen a set of titties get a workout like that. Left, right, up, down, clockwise, counterclockwise...every which way you can imagine.
So DJ Elephantcock and I had visions of them popping out of the dress. Low cut, strapless, crappy material...there was no WAY we weren't going to see them.
But alas, we were wrong. Somebody has invented something, and I'm not sure what, that kept the dress adhered to them, so that they didn't pop out. Damn close, lots of pulling the dress up, but nothing. But the DJ and I figured that if whatever it was could keep them hidden, it could definitely keep solar panels on space stations no problem.
I curse the inventor!
