I was just about to nod off when DJ On and On finally got on the tables around 12:30 a.m. I gotta take a moment to talk about the role of a DJ, because I don't quite think that Boston really gets it. The role of the DJ is to get the party hype; to get people dancing. It is not your job to identify how many single ladies are in the room, it is not your job to find out who has money in their pocket; you are not there to try out your new music (music you created on your PC), or practice your scratching skills, nor is it your purpose to play only music YOU like and ignore the rest of us who actually paid to be there. Your role, once again is to get us dancing. Don't put it on the bartenders to get us drunk enough to get with your vibe. Be good enough so we do it on our own. Thanks.
(Photo: Boston Fab! Correspondent A-Marie, Boston Fab!, Fab! CFO Erika and DC Fab!)
The crowd...wow...I already felt the difference of the students being gone. It had a very local feel, which was not a bad thing. It's good to see people from the neighborhood enjoying themselves. There was a huge mix...from YBP's to hood-eriffic, to pimp daddys, to youngin's, and the ratio of men to women was good as well. So, if you were lookin' for a lil' bit of everything, some multi-culture in your own culture then you certainly got it.
Here's an example: picture a linebacker type dude, tall about 6 '2, in his mid-thirties to early 40's sippin...yes...sippin...on a cosmopolitan. I mean hey, I like cosmos so I can see how a guy can like a little cranberry in his life but I mean dude...can you at least ask the bartender to put it in a regular glass? Big hands...little glass...there is something wrong with that. It just is not fab...under any circumstance.
(Photo: The crowd gettin' it...)