The best things are supposed to come in the strangest packages, and I’m starting see where the creator of that phrase came from. Who’d have thought that spending 5 hours in a tiny DJ booth, relatively sober, with one person and a thousand songs for company would have been so much fun? The task of filling the dance floor was much easier than anticipated, and the banter was great. Halloween was pretty much the same as exodus on Saturday, but the feel of crisp bank notes for my 3 hours of ‘work’ made the job ever so satisfying.
Note for anyone who might read this regarding requests.
1) Don’t request songs that get played every week.
2) Don’t request the same song more than once.
3) Getting 30 randoms to request your song is stupid.
4) Flirtation makes you look skanky and lowers the chance of hearing your song.
5) The DJ has the final say, not you.
Who’d have also thought that something as scientific as Chaos Theory could actually be very interesting? The idea being that the flap of a butterfly’s wing can change the course of weather forever. Which is apparently why it’s near impossible to accurately predict the weather for over a week in advance. The best thing is that it can be applied to heaps of things from maths and physics to social interactions, like lies.
Granted, this is probably what makes our everyday lives so interesting, by reducing the predictability of events, but it could possibly be just as fascinating to see how different our lives could be if the ‘chaos’ was removed from our lives. Would we all have different friends, jobs, houses… who knows? Kinda like that shite Ashton Kutcher film, but about me instead. That would – probably – kick ass.
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