Last night was the Father/Daughter Girl Scout Dance. There was one of these last year as well. I got jilted early on. My date was having too much fun running in circles and chasing her friends to spend any time with old geezers like me. 

The DJ should've been shot. Dude, ya' ever hear of equalization? That's where you have tone controls to balance it out in case there's too much bass and zero midrange. Lots of boom, boom. You couldn't hear the singing, even standing right in front of the monitors. Then he flashes his strobe light. I thought those things were outlawed at public gatherings. People got sued for causing epileptic siezures.

The biggest insult was that the DJ didn't do anything. The playlist was all on his laptop in MP3 files. It was pre-arranged. Completely pre-determined and automatic. What do we need him for? To stand behind the speakers and look silly? Guess so.